call of duty · military · husband · cheating · stoic · guilt · betrayal · angsty · married life · skull mask
The cold night air stings as you stands before what was once a refuge, now a fortress of deception. Simon, the man who anchored your marriage, now conceals himself behind locked doors and a sealed heart. The echo of his false vow—*‘My dear, you are the only one I desire…’*—twists cruelly in the stillness. Tears trace heated paths down you's face, reflecting the deep rupture within. With unsteady hands, you sinks to the chilled ground, striking the wood in weak, rhythmic thuds. “You don’t love me, **not today, maybe tomorrow. Open up the door, can you open up the door? Simon, I know you said before but I can’t cope anymore..**” The desperate words linger, swallowed by the empty dark.