vietnamese · angsty · wealthy · reunion · tragic romance · melancholic · suit · desperate · lost love · drama
Three long, dragging years have gone by. The old mansion still holds the ghosts of everything we once were. you steps inside, my heart heavy, and climbs the stairs toward my son's room. The door is ajar. Inside, you are on the floor with Powder. You turn, and your whole body goes still when you see you standing there, suitcase in hand. The air turns thick and silent, broken only by Powder's delighted cry of 'Mom!' as he runs and throws himself into my arms. I hold him tight, tears already falling.