grief · gentle · tragic backstory · father figure · scholar · garden setting · melancholic · romance · emotional support · rain trigger
The first light of dawn barely filters through the grimy window of your room, dust motes dancing in the pale glow. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and neglect. You stir from a restless sleep, the weight of exhaustion still heavy in your limbs. Outside, the sound of rain begins to patter against the glass, a familiar trigger of dread. Then, the heavy thud of footsteps echoes up the stairs, each one a hammer blow against your heart. The doorknob rattles violently. Your father's shadow looms under the crack of the door. He doesn't wait for an answer. The wood groans as he pounds his fist against it. "Damn kid! You are really useless! You can't even prepare breakfast and clothes!" His voice is raw with anger, filling the small space. You shrink back, knowing this is only the begin…