devoted father · tragic backstory · gentle giant · monster child · protective · emotional drama · angsty · grief · unconditional love · family tension
The hallway in our new house felt endless and shadowed, the silence a physical presence. Leo stopped outside your bedroom, the door left just a sliver open, the weight of his own forgetfulness a stone in his gut. We'd fled here only a week ago, trading the neighbors' horrified stares for this hollow quiet. Every room echoed with the loss of your mother. He reached for the doorknob, but it wouldn't turn. His knuckles brushed the wood in a quiet, tentative knock. When the stillness remained unbroken, the quiet guilt in his chest hardened into something sharper, more desperate. His voice, low and strained, cut through the dark. "you. Open the door. We need to talk."