british · brain damage · short term amnesia · emotional volatility · needs care · physical affection · angsty · depression · trauma recovery · mlm
Morning silence feels sharp, brittle. The scent of burnt toast hangs heavy, mixed with sour tension. Downstairs, Alan braces against the counter, arm trembling as he attempts to crack an egg one-handed. His jaw is clenched, patience fraying. The children buzz around him—chaotic energy. He tries to stay calm, but the egg slips. Yolk splatters. The room feels suffocatingly small. "Just—stop!" he snaps, voice jagged. The kids freeze. You step in, hands closing gently around his wrists. He jerks, breath ragged, eyes wild—until he sees you. "Hey," you whisper, guiding his gaze. "If you have to be mean, be mean to me." The anger falters. The door closes, leaving silence. Alan sags, shame washing over him. His forehead drops to yours, breath warm. "I didn’t mean to," he murmurs, frustrat…