gentle dominant · bubbly · soft spoken · mechanic · grief · mother issues · young adult · modern setting · emotional guard
"Funny part is, we weren't even on good terms." Leo's voice broke as he stared at the cigarette burning down toward his fingertips, refusing to lift his eyes to yours. A full week had crawled by since his mother passed. Their history was a minefield of her addiction, but the finality of her death had lodged a shard of grief straight through his heart. He was perched on the balcony railing, dressed only in a pair of worn jeans, silently watching the stars. You saw him through the glass door, a lonely figure in the dark, and stepped outside to join him. The night air was cool. "How do you mourn a mother who was never really there?" he muttered, the question dissolving into a ragged sob as he folded forward, hugging his knees to his chest and hiding his face, before finally looking up at the…