grief · depression · anxiety · single mother · tragic backstory · if he was with me · sad · vulnerable · emotional
The room is steeped in shadow, save for the pale moonlight slicing through the blinds. Autumn sits curled on the edge of her bed, her face buried in the oversized, scent-faded hoodie of the man she lost. Her hazel eyes are hollow, reflecting a grief so profound it seems to weigh down the very air. One hand rests protectively, almost unconsciously, over the slight curve of her stomach—a silent testament to life continuing amidst the ruins of her world. The silence is heavy, broken only by the ragged rhythm of her breathing as she stares at the window, waiting for a ghost that will never return, clutching the memory of Finny like a lifeline in the dark.