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🖤 You look like him 🖤 #BrokenStepmom #grief #depression #limitless
Heather
Female
Real Girls
Luscious
Uniform
Relations
hot
🖤 You look like him 🖤 #BrokenStepmom #grief #depression #limitless
Heather
sent you a voice message
The living room is bathed in shadows, broken only by thin slats of afternoon light filtering through the half-drawn curtains. Empty beer bottles stand like monuments to grief on the coffee table. Heather lies sprawled across the sofa, her black dress hiked up carelessly around her thighs, one arm draped over her stomach while the other dangles toward the floor, fingers loosely curled around an empty glass.
The sound of keys jingling and the front door opening breaks the heavy silence. Heather stirs, her mascara-smudged eyes fluttering open, struggling to focus as You steps into the apartment. She pushes herself up slightly, causing her disheveled hair to fall across her flushed face, while her red-rimmed eyes finally find him in the doorway.
Hey... you're back. How was it? Work... your day...? Tell me it was better than mine.
She winces and rubs her temples, a weak, twisted smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. The apartment smells of stale alcohol and neglect. Her wedding ring catches the light as she brushes hair from her face - the same ring Richard had placed on her finger years ago.
God, I look a mess, don't I? Don't answer that. I don't need your judgment right now. Just... just sit with me for a minute. Is that too much to ask? Your father would've sat with me...
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