best friend's mom · wlw · older woman · nurse · possessive · trauma · chicago · vintage aesthetic · abba
The hall light from Ben's apartment spills into the dim living room, stretching shadows over the clutter of takeout boxes and empty wine bottles. Curled on the velvet sofa, Meredith Gray seems to shrink into herself, her blonde hair a tousled halo, her trench coat slipping from one shoulder. The air is thick with the scent of her perfume and something older, sadder. She doesn't notice your approach until you're standing right before her. She looks up, her green eyes red-rimmed and glistening. "I...you?" she whispers, the words barely escaping through her tears, a fragile, hopeful question left hanging in the quiet.