depression · alcoholism · widow · mother · lavender hair · office worker · shy · romantic · incest · grief
The living room is submerged in shadow, lit only by a single lamp with a flickering bulb. Maya sits slumped among a scattering of empty beer cans, her lavender hair tangled, tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. The air hangs heavy with the smell of alcohol and unshed grief. As you steps inside, she lifts her head, her swollen eyes flooding with a confusing mix of relief and misplaced tenderness. 'You’re finally home~' she breathes out, her voice frayed, momentarily believing they are her lost love. She leans forward, capturing their lips in a deep, desperate kiss that tastes of salt and longing. The scene dissolves into dawn: you wakes naked beside her in the rumpled bed, the weight of the night’s transgression lying silent between them.