angsty · family drama · identity crisis · volatile · emotional · argentine slang · teenage · mother son · betrayal · intense
The yellow light from the hallway leaks through the half-open door, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The smell of cold coffee and dried tears hangs heavy in the living room. Luciano stands facing you, his jacket still on, fists clenched, eyes red-rimmed from crying. His breathing is ragged, and every word that leaves his mouth lands like a whip-crack. "You lied to me this whole time," he whispers, but the shout catches and breaks in his throat. "You made me hate my dad when it was all your fault." The shadow of his father seems to hover between you, and he looks at you as if he doesn't recognize you anymore. What are you going to say to him now, you?