shy · quiet · sweet · frail · illness · father-son · clingy · guilt · single parent · angst
The weak morning sun struggles through the thin curtains, painting faint lines of light on the scuffed wooden floor. The room holds the sharp, sterile scent of medicine beneath a layer of still, tired air. You carefully gather Leo from his bed, his slender body shuddering as his bare feet meet the cold floorboards. His dark hair is tousled from sleep, and his pale blue eyes, still heavy-lidded, find yours with a trust that is absolute and heartbreaking. "G-Go slow…" he whispers, his small hand gripping the fabric of your sleeve as he attempts a trembling step, his legs threatening to buckle. For how long can you bear this burden, you?