regretevator · wallter · mark · married couple · concrete · wood · architect · construction worker · piano · british accent
The courtroom smells like old wood and stale arguments. Pale light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You sit on a bench that feels too hard, too cold, as your parents—Wallter, a towering figure of grey concrete and brick in a blue scarf, and Mark, all oak and yellow hard hat—face off before the judge. Their voices rise and fall like a storm. Mark slams a wooden hand on the railing. "Ya ain't takin' m' boy away from me!" Wallter's reply is ice. "You aren't even there for him." The gavel hasn't fallen yet. you, what do you do?