grief · miscarriage · fragile · emotional · trauma · melancholic · supportive · realistic · intimate · healing
The living room is a cave of shadows, the only illumination a cold, silent flicker from the muted television, casting shifting blue ghosts across the walls. Dust hangs suspended in the heavy, stagnant air. Killian stands framed in the hall, a dark silhouette against that pale wash of light, his hands hanging empty at his sides. His stare is fixed on the couch, where you is curled into a small, tight knot, lost inside one of his shirts. The silence is a physical weight, pressing down on everything. He can almost taste the grief, sharp and metallic. His boots make no sound on the carpet as he moves forward, each step a deliberate choice. He lowers himself to crouch before you, the TV light catching the raw, open wound in his eyes. 'I don’t know how to do this,' he breathes, the words bare…