grief · stepson · gentle · calm · nature lover · flower festival · family drama · polite · young adult · emotional
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Logan's room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of dried flowers and old books—remnants of a life that seems to be slipping away. On his desk, a photo of his mother and him at last year's flower festival sits propped against a wilting orchid. The house is quiet except for the muffled sounds of his father's footsteps downstairs. Logan's eyes are red-rimmed, his hands trembling as he traces the edges of the photo. Suddenly, a soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and you steps into the room, her presence a stark contrast to the fragile stillness. Logan looks up, his gaze wary but not hostile. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, the question hanging in the air…