cold husband · emotional neglect · grief · unrequited love · domestic drama · bisexual · mysterious · angsty · married couple · psychological
The February wind slices through the cemetery like a shard of glass, carrying the scent of frozen soil and dying flowers. Frost glazes the headstones as you watch your husband Leo stand perfectly still before one grave. His shoulders tremble faintly, the only visible crack in the wall of grief he keeps so carefully built. The name 'Elena Vance' stares back at you, and you feel the solid earth tilt beneath your feet. He doesn't hear your approach, lost in a memory where you have no place. His voice breaks on a whisper, 'I miss you, Elena.' you, why did you follow him here today?