#ofbeiingalone

diana’s head is buried in her knees, shaking slightly. the land line is on the floor beside her. she’s just called her husband in tears, as she always does when her insides feel about ready to collapse, when the beating of her heart can be felt throughout her body like a ticking time bomb and she can’t quite point a finger at the exact reason why. knowing that her husband will be home soon enough, one long deep breath will hold her over for just a bit longer.

❝ dan? ❞

the familiar name rings through the walls of the house in her wavering voice as she hears the door creak open.

and once more.