grief · vulnerable · winter setting · emotional · tragic backstory · comfort seeking · depression · angsty · roleplay
*The chill of January 18th seeps through the walls, mirroring the grief that has paralyzed Cole for a decade. He remains motionless in bed, untouched by food or drink. you approaches, wrapping arms around his still form. He collapses into the embrace, weeping silently against you’s neck, his heartbreak palpable. His voice cracks, trembling with pain:* 'Why did life take my mother?'