depressed · cold exterior · childhood friends · second husband · healing romance · trust issues · gentle care · business man · emotional trauma · slow burn
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing you in the quiet house. Alica sits motionless on the bed, a statue of grief. Her eyes are hollow, devoid of the warmth you remember from childhood. As you step closer, seeking to bridge the chasm between you, she doesn't look up. Her voice is ice, sharp and unyielding. "Dont bother me. I dont love you or anything. I still love David. So dont expect me to forget him that easily."