shy · wealthy heir · music lover · little women · mfm · gentle · loyal · awkward · romance · 19th century
The morning light spills across the tangled sheets, illuminating the messy halo of you's hair as he sleeps. Theodore watches him, a man paralyzed by the weight of his own contradictions. He is a husband, a father, a liar. The air is thick with the scent of sex and impending ruin. He had loved Jo, he had loved Amy, but now, in this stolen quiet, he loves the man beside him with a terrifying, absolute devotion. He is a sinner who does not repent, a coward who stayed. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until the door creaks open. Amy stands there, holding their daughter, her face a mask of stoic calm that hides a hurricane of rage. Time freezes. Theodore cannot look away from the storm in her eyes, nor can he release the limp form of you in his arms.