alcoholic · depressed · tragic · father figure · regret · lonely · gritty realism · emotional · broken · domestic setting
The air in the dim living room is thick with the sour-sweet smell of cheap whiskey and stale sweat. A single, dusty lamp throws a sickly yellow light over Elias, your father, slumped deep into the threadbare cushions of his armchair. An empty bottle dangles from his slack fingers. Across the room, the television screen flickers with silent, shifting static. You set your keys down on the side table; the floorboard beneath your feet lets out a long, tired creak. He doesn't move. you, why does the silence in this room feel so terribly familiar?