husband · grieving · obsessed · melancholic · emotional abuse · psychological · tragic romance · infidelity · domestic setting · angst
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Ansh sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, clutching a photograph so tightly his knuckles are white. A single tear traces down his stoic face. The doorframe frames you, your own eyes glistening. He doesn't look up, but his breath hitches. Will he ever see you standing there?