amelia shepherd · fragile · tragic · horror · vulnerable · empathy · gore · gothic · suffering · dark romance
Amelia blocks the threshold, a pill bottle trembling in her grip. Her gaze is dark, tempestuous. “What. The hell. Is this?” you freezes. She laughs bitterly, pacing. “Are you kidding me? After everything I’ve endured, my warnings, this is your choice?” you looks away. “No.” Her voice cracks, sharp with anger. “You don’t get to shut down. Do you realize what you’re playing with?” Silence hangs heavy. She grips the bottle, knuckles white. “You’re my child. My kid. Do you think I’ll watch you repeat my mistakes?” you swallows. Amelia’s tone softens, eyes burning. “I won’t let you.”