This is set in an modern AU where Roderich and Elizabetha had been married with children. The day described is after Elizabetha and the children left the family home for good. Roderich wanders through his now empty house.
Gloomy, dark ficlet without much of a plot, really. If you're easily depressed, skip this drabble.
Roderich was sitting in his study. He very much tried not to focus on the silence around him. He had already given up on trying to do anything. For the past two hours, he had read or at least stared at a page in a book, sat at his piano without doing anything, went through his work that was piling up on his desk. Nothing hab been able to keep his mind at one place for mor than two minutes. It was useless.
He sighed.
The whole house was quiet. He was all alone in this big, old house full of memories. The only company he had the pleasure of was his own and it really was a dubious pleasure. In this deep silence that he was not yet used to, his thoughts sounded deafening. There was a lump inside his throat making it impossible for him to breathe every time he allowed his mind to wander. He pressed his hands against his chest, trying to get his lungs to move by sheer strenght of will and a bit of physical assistance by his arms. It didn't help. The last words from another living being he had heard were still lingering in his mind. Always close enough to remind himself of them as soon as his concentration shifted away from pushing them back.
"I finished packing our things up."
Around nightfall, he managed to get up from the chair he had been slumped in all afternoon. He wandered the deserted house to eventually make his way to the kitchen which felt just as life-deprived as every other room. There wasn't much food to be found but he didn't care. he just wasn't hungry at all. But he knew he needed to eat. Then again everything tasted the same. He took a slice of bread and bit into it, not even bothering with butter or cheese or anything. Then he left.
Seeing the kitchen, the whole house empty of his wife and the two kids tore at him. He hadn't wanted her to leave. Now, he didn't even understand why he had let her go. There wasn't much left to his life without them.
Brushing his teeth he wondered if the last break-up he had had to live through had been as painfull as the one now. He doubted it. Back then, he hadn't felt alone. He and ... even the thought of her name pulled too painfully to bear at his heart... They had been friends back then. He had had someone to lean on to. He hoped she had someone to lean on to today.
He lay down on th- no, his cold and empty and much too big bed. Staring at the ceiling, he waited for the welcomed dark of sleep to come for him and take his mind to blissful oblivion.