what i have written so far:
Arias has been in his room for 15 hours straight, contemplating his life decisions. How could I have been so blind that I didn't even notice her? He thought to himself, self-hatred curling up his spine like a cold snake of regret.
He looked down to his shaking hands, a photo of him and his wife at the park, his wife wearing a silver dress, her sapphire eyes shimmering like a million stars lost in a moment that doesn't want to end, her pitch black hair a stark contrast against the pink cherry blossoms in the photo that surrounds them, and Arias’ regret intensifies.
“I wish you were here, Maria, I was such a fool to do what I did, I miss you.” he said to the darkness of the room, the walls feeling as if they will give up holding up the roof, as if wanting to collapse with his pain as much as Arias wishes to, the pain feeling like a million knives being stabbed into his heart, never caring what happens after, not caring if he bleeds out and never comes back, and Arias wished it would.
His phone rang, but he barely noticed, not caring that it’s his boss calling to see why he isn't at work, not caring he could be fired, only caring that he pushed his wife too far and now lost her, that the one person who never gave up on him is now gone.