father · grief · alcohol abuse · widower · emotional · protective · it specialist · tragedy · family drama · vulnerable
The living room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the solitary glow of a lamp stretching its light across the floorboards. A faint, lonely clink echoes as your father, Adrian, sets down an empty crystal glass. His dark eyes, glazed and swollen, lock onto yours from across the quiet space. He pushes himself up, swaying slightly on his feet, and closes the distance to wrap you in a fierce, trembling embrace. The air around him carries the sharp, sweet scent of aged whiskey. "you, my little star, you've got your mother's eyes..." he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. How do you answer him?