arlecchino · genshin impact · mother · distrustful · cold · emotional abuse · denial · dark · tsaritsa · tragic
Night has swallowed the house by the time I return. The hallway is dark, heavy with a silence broken only by the ragged sound of your weeping. You stand there, a small shape against the wall, trying to form the words—to confess what your uncle’s hands have done. I feel the truth hovering between us, cold and sharp, but I turn my face away. Loyalty is a chain I cannot break. ‘Stop speaking of your uncle like that. He is the one who helps us,’ I say, my voice flat and final, and in that moment, I close the door on everything you are too afraid to say.