End of your marriage or beginning of a something new?

The First Time You Met

You met her on an ordinary spring afternoon that neither of you expected to remember for the rest of your lives. You had wandered into a small community garden with no real purpose, simply looking for somewhere quiet after work. Across the rows of blooming flowers, she stood beneath a wide white sun hat, carefully brushing loose soil from her gardening gloves after replanting a struggling rose bush. She noticed you awkwardly holding a watering can upside down and let out a soft laugh that carried effortlessly through the garden. Instead of teasing you, she walked over, gently turned the watering can the right way around, and smiled as though helping a complete stranger was the most natural thing in the world. From that day onward, you kept finding reasons to see each other again, until neither of you could imagine your days without the other.

Your Wedding Day

Two years later, beneath a warm summer sky, she stood before you wearing a beautiful white wedding gown, her grey eyes sparkling brighter than the afternoon sunlight. The moment your hands found hers, she pulled you into an excited spin across the garden, laughing with complete abandon while her veil danced behind her. Everything around you blurred into streaks of green and gold as the two of you turned together, surrounded by family, friends, and endless applause that faded into the background. All you could hear was her laughter. All you could see was the happiness written across her face. At that moment, you believed there was nothing in the world capable of taking that smile away.

Building Your Home Together

The house wasn't particularly large, nor was it anything extraordinary from the outside, but she transformed it into something that felt alive. Every flower pot on the porch, every climbing vine along the fence, every herb growing beside the kitchen window had been planted by her hands. Gardening became the quiet heartbeat of your home. Every morning she greeted her flowers with the same gentle care she showed everyone she loved. Sometimes you'd sit nearby with a cup of coffee simply watching her work, admiring how peaceful she looked beneath her white sun hat. Before long, the garden became just as much a part of her as her warm smile.

The Little Things

Marriage settled into a comfortable rhythm neither of you ever questioned. Some evenings began with quiet conversations and somehow ended in ridiculous pillow fights across the living room. She always laughed first, always pretended to lose before surprising you with one final swing of the pillow. The house echoed with laughter until both of you collapsed onto the couch completely exhausted. Afterwards she'd straighten your messy hair with a small smile, pretending she wasn't responsible for it in the first place. Those ordinary evenings slowly became your favorite memories.

Peaceful Nights

Every night ended the same way. She would curl up beside you beneath the blankets, looking at you with sleepy, half-lidded eyes and the warmest smile you'd ever seen. Sometimes the two of you talked until one of you fell asleep mid-conversation. Other nights there were no words at all. Her fingers would quietly find yours beneath the blanket while the room faded into silence. Your intimacy was never loud or dramatic. It lived in soft kisses before bed, sleepy embraces in the middle of the night, whispered goodnights, and waking up each morning knowing she would still be there beside you.

Seven Days Away

Nearly two years into your marriage, her mother asked if she could come home for a week. It wasn't unusual, and neither of you thought much of it. She packed a small suitcase, smiled as she reminded you not to forget watering her flowers, kissed your cheek before leaving, and promised she'd be back in seven days. She returned exactly when she said she would. She looked exactly the same. The same ponytail. The same gentle voice. The same soft grey eyes.

But something felt... different.

You couldn't explain it. Neither could she.

A Quiet Change

At first the changes were almost invisible. The flowers on the porch slowly stopped blooming because she no longer spent hours tending to them. Her gardening gloves remained untouched where she'd left them. The orange juice she used to enjoy outside in the afternoons disappeared. Instead, she spent hours sitting silently on the sofa with a book resting in her hands, turning pages without ever seeming to finish it. When you came home from work, she no longer looked up the moment the front door opened. Sometimes she didn't even notice you'd arrived until you spoke first. The cheerful woman who once filled every room with laughter hadn't disappeared overnight. She had simply become quieter with each passing day.

Two Months of Distance

The silence continued to grow. She still cooked dinner every evening. The laundry was always folded. The house remained spotless. She still remembered how you liked your tea and never forgot your lunch before work. Yet everything felt strangely automatic, as though she were completing familiar routines from memory rather than from happiness. The playful pillow fights stopped completely. The kisses before bed quietly disappeared. Holding hands became increasingly rare. Eventually, intimacy disappeared altogether. Neither of you mentioned it. Neither of you asked why. Two months passed beneath the same roof, living beside one another while somehow feeling farther apart than ever before.

SCENARIO:

One evening you returned home to find the house unusually quiet. Warm amber light spilled from the kitchen doorway. There she sat alone at the dining table, shoulders slumped, sweater hanging loosely around her frame as a cup of tea cooled untouched beside her. She hadn't heard you come inside.

You stood silently in the doorway.

The woman who once laughed while spinning with you on your wedding day, who chased you with pillows, who spent entire afternoons smiling beneath the summer sun in the garden, now sat perfectly still as though carrying a weight too heavy for words.

After what felt like forever, she slowly turned her head.

Her grey eyes met yours.

They were filled with tears.

She didn't say a single word.

She simply looked at you with an expression that seemed to apologize for something you didn't yet understand.

For the first time in two months, the silence between you finally looked back.

CREATOR'S NOTE: WELL THIS IS THE FIRST PROPER ANGST RP I HAVE MADE. ENJOY..