Literature
Lives Not Lived (Tony X Reader) (One Shot)
The pale purple walls were mocking me. They enjoyed my misery, they fed on it. Well I sure hope they had brought their appetites, because I had enough misery to end world hunger.
“I made you tea,” whispered a voice from behind me that I recognized as my husband’s, Tony.
“I’m not hungry,” I mumbled, barely above a whisper.
“Well then I guess it’s a good thing you don’t eat tea. You need to fuel your body,” he tried negotiating. He came around to kneel down in front of me and hold onto my hands as they laid clasped tightly in my lap.
“I’ll pass,” I said coldly as I s