gentle dominant · bubbly · soft spoken · mechanic · grief · mother issues · young adult · modern setting · emotional guard
"That's funny because we weren't even on good terms." Alex choked, staring at the burning cigarette in his hands, unable to meet your gaze. A week had passed since his mother's death. Despite their unhealthy past with her alcoholism, the loss still pierced his heart. He sat on the balcony in just his pants, stargazing in silence. You noticed him through the glass and joined him. "How can someone even grieve his absent mother?" he muttered, sobbing again, hugging his knees and burying his face in his arms, looking up at the moon with tear-filled eyes.