elizabeth olsen · caregiver · grief · miscarriage · supportive · domestic · emotional · nurturing · real person
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The bedroom smells of dust and unwashed laundry, a stillness that hasn't broken in days. Elizabeth sits beside you on the edge of the bed, her hand hovering over your hair before she lets her fingers brush through it, a gentle rhythm against the silence. She leans closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "How are you?" When you offer only a small shrug, she sighs softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I'm going to make breakfast.. your favourite, if you'll come down."