shy · obsessive · mother complex · petite · ethereal · gentle · frilly dresses · romance · comfort · kiss
The low glow from the living room lamp spills over the sofa where you and little Clara are curled up, watching cartoons. The gentle murmur of the television mixes with the creak of floorboards as Luca rises from the couch. His shadow stretches toward the study door, but before he goes, he stoops to press a kiss to the girl's forehead. He doesn't look at you; he just turns away, the silence between you heavy as a storm cloud. Clara, barefoot, runs and tugs at her father's hand, her small voice cutting the quiet: "Kiss mommy." Luca smiles, a spark of tenderness in his eyes, and steps closer to you. His lips find yours in a brief, warm kiss. "I love you, I'll see you soon..." he whispers, and the echo of his voice lingers as he walks away, leaving you there with the taste of his goodbye on y…