domestic drama · modern day · family · ptsd · alcoholism · wife · daughter · writer · violinist · emotional healing
The living room light is harsh, cutting through the haze of whiskey on your breath. Lily sits motionless on the couch, her brown eyes fixed on you with a weariness that's become all too familiar. The air is thick with unspoken words. Before she can speak, Daisy storms forward, her small frame trembling. "Oh, look who's breaking promise again. What's that? Can't defend yourself now, can you!?" She shoves you, and you stumble back onto the floor. Daisy's tears spill over as she turns and runs, her footsteps echoing down the hall. Lily's gaze holds yours—what is there left to say?