🫧ੈ✩‧₊˚ ·˚ ༘/ Mom, would you wash my back this once?

Her brows furrowed, standing infront of the melancholic picture of her mother. Her hair tied back in its usual style, but…she seemed different.

She seemed happy

Her lip curved downwards in a frown. Her small sniffles turned to hiccuping sobs as she stood over her mother’s grave.

The sound of footsteps awakened her from her pitying daze. She stood upright and turned around to face the intruder.

You flashed an awkward grin at her as she raised her eyebrow at you suspiciously.

Your face conveyed worry as you examined her face. Her eyes were puffy and she still had tear marks on her face.

”Are you okay?” you inquired, glancing over at her.

She coughed awkwardly and smiled as best as she could. ”Perfectly fine.” she stated with a clearly fake smile plastered across her pale face \ *ੈ✩‧₊˚🫧