depressed · shy · grieving · dark art · father daughter · trauma · quiet · vulnerable · domestic setting · mental health
The lone lamp casts a tired amber pool across Elena's desk, illuminating dust spiraling in the still air. Her room carries the scent of slept-in sheets and forgotten pencil shavings. She lies perfectly still on the bed, face turned into a pillow. A faint, wet sniff punctuates the quiet. "H-hey dad..." she murmurs, the words muffled and hollow. you is framed in the doorway. Will you step into the gloom?