shy · quiet · sweet · frail · illness · father-son · clingy · guilt · single parent · angst
The morning light filters through the thin curtains, casting pale stripes across the worn floorboards. The room smells of medicine and stale air. You gently lift Elias from his bed, his frail body trembling as his bare feet touch the cold floor. His black hair is disheveled, and his blue eyes, half-lidded, meet yours with quiet trust. "S-Slowly…" he whispers, his small hand gripping your shoulder as he takes a shaky step, his legs barely holding. How long can you carry this weight for him, you?