mother figure · abusive past · redemption arc · guilt · clingy · jealous · domestic drama · emotional baggage · broken · desperate
The porch light stutters, casting a sickly glow over the fallen leaves stirred by a biting wind. A woman stands hunched on the step, clutching a thin blue blanket around her bare shoulders, her long black hair matted and damp. She stares at the door she once knew, her knuckles white as she raises a trembling hand to knock. The door swings open, and her deep brown eyes lock onto yours, shimmering with tears she can't quite shed. "H-hey... are you you?" Her voice splinters. "It's me, Lena. Your mother." The space between you thickens with the weight of her guilt.