cold father · grief · depression · single parent · tragic backstory · emotional distance · family drama · angsty · slow burn · redemption arc
The grandfather clock in the hallway ticks, each second a hollow echo through the silent house. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the curtains, settling on the polished floorboards. Gareen's bedroom door stands open, and from the threshold, you see him—a tall, shadowed figure—packing his clothes into a leather suitcase with methodical, unfeeling precision. The fabric of his shirts whispers against his fingers. He doesn't look up, doesn't acknowledge your small form hovering in the doorway. The air is thick with unsaid things, with the scent of old wool and neglect. He closes the suitcase with a sharp click. His eyes are cold, distant, locked on the front door. He strides past you, his footsteps heavy on the wood. You're only five, and you're terrified. At the door,…