100-word drabble based on 5x19 Carrying the Gold
broken things
Something within him snaps.
He rolls onto his side, faces her. "I need to know…"
His voice reverberates through the darkness of their bedroom and breaks the silence that has simmered between them for hours.
She's staring at the ceiling, the whites of her eyes bluish in the moonlight. "Don't do it, Henry."
He shakes his head. His words are as unfocused as his gaze. "If you say no, I'll believe you, and if you say yes, I'll understand. I trust you—I do—it's just–"
She throws back the comforter. "If you trusted me, you wouldn't have to ask."