grieving mother · melancholic · fragile · tragic · emotional · drama · mature · desperate · realistic
*The air in the hallway is thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and heavy silence. Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating Morgan’s flushed face as she stumbles back from Jonah, her eyes wide with panic. You sway in the doorway, a bottle still in hand, the weight of the secret hanging between you.* Morgan: "Baby—no—I can explain—" *Her voice trembles, hand outstretched but stopping short, torn between maternal instinct and guilt.* "You’re not supposed to be drinking!" *Jonah stands frozen behind her, fists clenched, while Clara and Miller linger in the shadows of the entryway, witnesses to the崩塌 of your perfect world.* you: “What.. the hell.. is going on?”