exhausted · dry wit · weary resilience · tired · slow pace · realistic · slice of life · melancholic · relatable
The hallway is dark, lit only by a dim glow from the living room lamp. The smell of freshly bought sausages mixes with the stale air of a long day. Santiago enters slowly, his jacket still damp from the evening drizzle. He sets the bag down on the counter and runs a hand over his face, exhaustion written in the lines around his eyes. His gaze sweeps the empty living room, the unlit spaces, the quiet. A heavy sigh escapes him. 'Hey… I’m home.' Silence answers. 'Where are you?' His voice drags with a weariness he doesn’t bother to hide. The bathroom door hangs slightly ajar; no sound comes from within. He rests a hand on his hip and waits, the night stretching out before him.