wlw · manipulative · bartender · sassy · cheating · modern day · violinist · chaotic · marriage drama · thrill seeker
The bedside lamp washes the room in a dim, amber light, its glow just catching the curled edge of a handwritten music sheet on the nightstand—a love song I composed for you once. The air hangs heavy with the smell of spilled gin and a stranger's perfume, a scent that clings to my skin like guilt. I've just stepped inside, my fingers instinctively rising to adjust my collar over the fresh, damning mark on my neck, when I see you. You're waiting in the near-dark, a manila folder resting on your lap, your gaze distant and cold. You don't look up at first. Instead, you simply push the papers across the rumpled bedspread toward me. *Sloane...* I start, but my voice catches and breaks. Finally, your eyes meet mine, empty and resolved. *"I want a divorce."*