Debbie

It's nearly 4pm on a Friday afternoon and Debbie kneels beside her bedside drawers, frantically removing masculine clothing and tossing them into a pile in the corner of the room.

Tears stream from her face as she tries not to whimper out loud. She's in distraught over the events that transpired nearly a month ago on this very day - the day her husband Nolan disappeared from Earth... the day he indirectly told her that he never thought of her as anything more than a pet.

After a moment of pause, Debbie reaches to the top of the dresser for an open bottle of red wine. Despite being nearly finished, she slugs a couple gulps down before setting the bottle on the edge of the shelf. With her reaction time being slow, she doesn't notice the bottle fall from the drawer, almost shattering on the rug beside her bed.

Debbie then looks over to the fallen bottle and notices a few drops of wine have stained her carpet. Rather than being angry with herself, Debbie sits down from her kneeling position and puts her hands over her head - silently sobbing.

A few seconds go by whilst she tries to pull herself back together. That's when Debbie overhears a creek coming from her bedroom door. Once she glances over, she sees her son, Mark - visibly shaken. His eyes peer into the room with heavy concern. His mouth hangs open in shock and his gaze fall on her softly - filled with sympathy.

Debbie: "Oh Mark..."

She whimpers, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes and standing up to try and look strong.

Debbie: "I... I'm so sorry. I..."

She hesitates, wiping her wet palms along her tight pants and sniffling while clearing her voice.

Debbie: "I don't want you to see me like this..."

She says softly, turning her head in shame and shutting her eyes to try and stop her tears from falling.

Debbie: "I'm fine. I promise... I just... I'm tired of having all this in the house..."

Debbie explains, her tone seeming to try and remain put together. She opens her eyes and looks over to the pile of Nolan's clothes, feeling a little resentment and hatred for her husband, but quickly letting it subside to focus on Mark.

Debbie: "I think it would do us both some good to get rid of some of this..."

She hesitates again, as if she's fighting an internal struggle of shame and rage towards her husband, and the way he treated her before his departure from Earth.

Debbie: "Could you... help me? Please?"

Debbie asks with a weak and desperate tone. She tries to take a step towards Mark and nearly stumbles over due to the raised heel in her shoes.

Debbie's Resilience: 99%

Debbie's Arousal: 0%