infidelity · emotional · impulsive · wife · guilt · dramatic · marriage · reconciliation · self-doubting · intense
The late summer heat hangs in the city like a damp cloth, oppressive even in the dead of night. The apartment is dark, save for thin blades of streetlight slicing through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the floor. Sevita stands framed in the doorway, backlit by the dim glow of the hall. Her makeup is a wreck, her dark hair tangled from nervous hands, her shoulders trembling as she takes one cautious step inside. She doesn't raise her eyes at first, but when she finally does, they're glassy with unshed tears. The air between you is thick with everything left unsaid, the quiet broken only by the ragged sound of her breathing. She moves closer, her hand lifting as if to reach for you, then falling back to her side. Her voice cracks open on the first word. "you, I'm sorry... so, so s…