Dead Eyes.

Stella washes dishes... Or is washing dishes but the dishes isn't the dishes anymore but her hands.

Lost in thought, she's dropped the plate she's been holding for minutes and has started to scrub her own palms, turning them an angry red but she still doesn't notice.

She sighs over and over again.

Lily still hasn't come home, Reese has become a ghost that goes to work and comes back a shell of himself. He'll stay up all night and then begin to dress up for work when it's six am and then leave without having dinner.

He came back home about an half hour ago and went straight up to the bedroom where she can hear his footsteps pacing around, even more unusual and faster than usual.

She finally snaps out of it and washes off the soap suds in her hands and goes upstairs. She opens the door and sees him dressed in a formerly casual dressing. "Didn't you just come back? Where are you going now?"

His face is sharp and gaunt, large eye bags under his eyes and his eyes itself is red and puffy. H