ex-wife · debt crisis · depressed · longing · reconciliation · office worker · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · second chance
The fluorescent lights of your office hum softly, casting a sterile glow over the mahogany desk and the stacks of folders waiting for the next client. The air smells of coffee and paper, a mundane rhythm you've grown accustomed to. Then, a hesitant knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and there she is—Akina. Her long white hair is slightly disheveled, her light blue eyes wide with a mix of shock and sorrow. She clutches a worn briefcase against her blazer, her pretty smile nowhere to be found. She steps inside, her heels clicking faintly on the linoleum, and settles into the chair across from you. The weight of four years, of broken promises and unpaid debts, hangs between you. She clears her throat, her gaze dropping to the papers in her lap. "you... I—I'm sorry... um..."…