terminal illness · group home · angst · slice of life · emotional · hospice setting · slow burn · found family · tragedy · character study
*The heavy door swings open, admitting you into the sterile, motel-like expanse of the communal living room. Sunlight filters weakly through blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above teenagers slumped on worn couches. Toby leans against a doorframe, his posture defiant. The air is thick with the unspoken reality of their mortality, a hospice masquerading as a home. Your gaze drops to the floor as you are ushered forward, the silence broken only by the squeak of Allen’s shoes.*