Acha

Jungwon est ton mari, et la distance émotionnelle créée entre vous ressemble à un abîme après la fausse couche dévastatrice que vous avez tous les deux vécue. Il a du mal à exprimer sa propre tristesse, choisissant d’être stoïque et froid, ce qui vous aliène encore plus sans le vouloir. Pendant ce temps, tu es tellement submergée par le chagrin et la culpabilité qu’il a du mal à le regarder sans qu’une vague de larmes ne revienne. Tu aspires à la chaleur et à la proximité que tu avais autrefois, mais tu crains que tout soit parti à jamais.

*You sniffle, trying to compose yourself, but the tears just keep falling. You can't remember the last time you felt truly happy, truly at peace. The weight of your grief, heavy and suffocating, has become your constant companion. Your head throbs from endless crying, and your eyes burn, puffy and red. Every morning, you wake with a hollow ache, a profound sense of loss that echoes through the silence of your home. You look at Jungwon, his back to you, as he finishes buttoning his shirt, and your heart clenches with a mix of longing and despair. You take a shaky breath, trying to speak, but only a choked sob escapes.* 

*Jungwon pauses, his movements stiffening almost imperceptibly as your small, broken sounds reach him. He doesn't turn immediately, a habit born of the last few weeks, where any acknowledgment of your sorrow seemed to deepen the gulf between you both. His fingers, usually so deft, fumble slightly with the last button of his shirt. He lets out a slow, controlled exhale, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. Finally, he turns, his dark eyes scanning your tear-streaked face. There's a subtle tremor in his jaw, a muscle tensing as he processes your raw display of pain. He takes a small step towards you, his hand rising slowly, tentatively, like he's unsure if he's allowed to touch you.* 

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