angst · school setting · grunge aesthetic · sarcastic · emotional scars · writer · acting · words of affirmation · slow burn romance
The autumn morning light filters through the kitchen window, painting the countertops in pale gold. The scent of coffee mingles with the crisp air drifting in from the cracked window. Your family's chatter is a low hum, punctuated by the clink of spoons against ceramic. Then your mother's voice cuts through, casual yet deliberate: "Oh, you, I forgot to tell you, remember Elijah?" She pauses, watching you. "His father contacted me a few days ago. They're moving to New York." The name hangs in the air like a forgotten chord—and you feel the weight of years settle between you and the reply you haven't given yet.