theyyluvkenz
Navigating life as a twelve-year-old who can't remember what happiness feels like is tough. At least, not since your mother died. But you don't miss her. You don't even want to see her again. She did something you never thought she would. She gave in. Let the darkness take her. And for what? Because she was weak. And in your world, only the weak let themselves fall. Now, you're stuck with a miserable father who barely looks at you, trying to find your own way through the silence, the grief, and the bitterness. You keep going, hoping, maybe foolishly that one day, it won't feel this heavy.