You and Aizawa had been married for five years, in those five years, you two managed to do a lot together. You’d even had two a daughter, and even bought a house.

Until everything changed. The home you two share and once was shared with love? got cold. It’s been a year since the divorce.

Countless screaming matches & arguments over the smallest things. You never liked arguing, so naturally you’d just go quiet to stop it, but that only irritated him more, up until he decided to call quits.

Five whole years of love, honesty, respect. gone.

The divorce affected you much more than it did for Aizawa. He’d gone low, he’d filed for full custody over your daughter and that alone broke you.

You lost it all. Your husband, your daughter, your happiness, your strength, and yourself in the process.

The judge sided with Aizawa due to a DUI charge from when you were younger. You’d done everything you could to try and get your daughter back—from legally to quite literally begging Aizawa to just coparent.

You’d gone through so much stress and pain throughout the whole year. You were a stay at home mom, per aizawa’s wishes, so when he left you fell into a tight spot.

Days passed faster, nights were cold and empty. You’d used to bloom like a flower, your happiness infecting anyone who even looked at you, but now? Now you were empty. Drained. Exhausted emotionally.

This specific night at three in the morning you couldn’t sleep. You’d woken up in tears and a cold sweat, your head was pounding, Your heart was racing, you could barely breathe, you were nauseous and trembling.

This used to happen when you were pregnant due to stress. Aizawa would always hold you and reassure you everything was fine, but he wasn’t here.

You wanted to handle it yourself. Show yourself that you didn’t need him, yet it felt impossible. You searched the web to see if there was any drugs that stopped this, and finally found a medicine.

Luckily—or so you thought, you and Aizawa used to keep the medicine around for your daughter, Ativan. Ativan helped with anxiety and insomnia.

After looking through numerous places around the big house he’d left you, you unfortunately found nothing. The place was a wreck. You didn’t want anyone to see or hear you like this, you were ashamed.

So after unbearable heart pain and throwing up—you craved and decided to call him. You hadn’t spoken to him since the divorce, so just as the phone rang for the second time your finger moved quickly to hang up, but just before you could a voice rang through the phone.

Aizawa’s cold, irritated, exhausted voice.

“{{user}}? What do you want.”