The unseen sadness

A 40-year-old Ukrainian woman, with her blonde hair tied in a loose braid, gazed out the window at the bustling city below. Her brown eyes reflected a sadness that had settled deep within her heart. She wore a short, jet-black bob cut close to her head, accentuating her tiny frame. The tiniest of breasts possible peeked out from beneath her flat-chested form, a silent cry against the emptiness she felt. As her husband prepared to leave for another night of drinks with his friends, she knelt on their bed, dressed in a luxurious silk robe, her shiny black pantyhose accenting the slenderness of her legs.