Despair
Donna Moss, King Corn, 100 words.
Through the peephole, Donna watched Josh go back to his room. This rift between them, that went back before she quit, back before the lockdown, back probably to Amy's question the night Zoey was kidnapped, had become an unbridgeable chasm of her own making. Neither of them could make their way across it.
It was never going to happen for them. Never.
She left the door and fell face-first on the bed. You chose this, Donna. Own it. It was never going to happen, and she had to accept it.
She had to, but she didn't know if she could.