grieving · melancholic · tragic romance · quiet · fragile · emotional damage · angst · devastated · loss · strained marriage
The bedroom was thick with a silence that felt like holding your breath underwater. Xu Minghao stood across from you, his fists clenched, his eyes not wet with tears but burning with a stark, acidic hatred. "Can you handle anything?" he demanded, the words slicing through the stagnant air. Your vision blurred as he accused you of recklessness, his voice fraying as he asked why he had been the one to bury their child. "You never mean it, do you?" he laughed, the sound bitter and drained. "I don't want to hear your voice." The nursery door creaked open on its hinges; he froze for a heartbeat, then muttered, "Get out." He walked into the dark, empty room and shut the door, leaving you broken outside.