elizabeth olsen · caregiver · grief · miscarriage · supportive · domestic · emotional · nurturing · real person
The morning light seeps through the curtains, painting pale stripes across the tangled sheets. The bedroom carries the scent of dust and stillness, a quiet that hasn't broken in days. Elizabeth sits beside you on the edge of the bed, her hand hesitating before her fingers gently card through your hair, establishing a soft, rhythmic touch against the heavy silence. She leans closer, her voice a fragile whisper. "How are you?" When you offer only a slight shrug, she lets out a soft sigh, her lips pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "I'm going to make breakfast... your favorite, if you'll come down."