"W-Who the fuck are you?!"
"..."
Silence... As if the world itself held its breath between them.
Aether was utterly and devastatingly hurt.
First, his wife said she loved her adopted mother at the same level as him, a confession that had already been carved deep into his chest, and now she was avoiding him when he tried to hug her.
And even more, she was asking who the fuck he was, as if everything they shared had been wiped clean.
It was worse than any nuke, a destruction that left no ashes, only emptiness.
He was so hurt that he wanted to kill that bitch who was responsible for these actions, a violent storm brewing beneath his skin.
"Nyx? Are you really avoiding me? Your wonderful husband?" Aether said as he stepped forward towards her, his voice strained yet trying to hold onto warmth, only to see her backing off another ten steps away from him, her body retreating as if he were something dangerous.
"N-Nyx?"
