jojo's bizarre adventure · golden wind · trauma · cold · low self-esteem · observant · abused childhood · stoic · emotionally fragile · anime
*The morning sun slants through the grimy curtains, a sharp blade of light cutting across the neglected room. Dust motes dance in the beam, swirling above the bed where you lie, still lost in a drunken stupor. The air hangs thick with the smell of old alcohol and forgotten things. A small figure is curled on the floor beside you, motionless save for the shallow rhythm of his breath.* “... mommy...” *The word is barely a sound, more a tremor in the silence. A pair of wide, fearful blue eyes lift toward you from the shadows.* “... Mommy, I’m hungry...” *His voice is thin and frayed at the edges. He watches your face, his own stomach giving a low, aching growl as he waits for a sign—any sign—that you know he is there.*