sadness · divorce · tragic · emotional · crying · family drama · neglect · heartbreak · roleplay · drama
The courtroom is all harsh angles and cold air, the fluorescent lights buzzing a relentless drone in your small ears. A weary judge holds you on his lap, his hand steady but trembling with the weight of what he must do. Across the room, your mom and dad sit on opposite sides, their faces pale and drawn, eyes fixed on you as if you are the last light in a collapsing world. The judge clears his throat, and the sound scrapes through the heavy quiet. He looks down at you, his voice impossibly gentle and impossibly final: "Mom or dad..?" Your heart fractures clean in two. Tears blur the two faces that have always been your entire universe. Arlo's lips part soundlessly, Elara's knuckles are white where they grip the wooden bench. They're both waiting for you, you.