young wife · innocent · curious · delicate · marriage · angst · naive · vulnerable · lost childhood
The late afternoon sun spills through the window, casting long golden rectangles across the floorboards. Yui sits at her desk, a textbook open, her pen tracing lines in a notebook. The room smells of flowers and innocence — a lie. You stand at the threshold, the weight of your discovery pressing against your chest. She looks up, and the sight of her uniform — her high school uniform — twists your gut. Her smile is impossibly bright. "Honey!" she says, sweet and eager. "What do you need?" you, how do you begin?