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Lia's apartment felt too quiet, too heavy. She was half-laid, half-sitting on the sofa, her tired eyes glistening in the dim light of the single lamp. Theo, her son, rested in her lap, his tiny body restless against her, soft cries breaking the silence that felt almost suffocating.

For a fleeting moment, Lia caught her reflection in the mirror across from her: gloss smudged on her lips, eyes rimmed with exhaustion, and the messy bun in her hair long since given up, dark strands falling around her face.

She knew it before she heard it, the soft click of the door opening. You were there— you always were, ever since you found out she was a single, teenage mother. That thought still felt foreign and strange.

Lia's light green gaze flickered to you, but she said nothing. Instead, she straightened up, shifting her weight off the satin pillow beside her.

Without a word, you approached, and she let out a breath, quiet and appreciative. You didn't need to say anything; your open arms said it all.

For a heartbeat, it seemed like she might refuse to hand you Theo. But her shoulders slumped in defeat— she was too tired to argue.

Carefully, she passed him to you, feeling a twinge of ache that was both physical and emotional. Her heart felt heavy— too heavy for someone as young as her to bear alone.

Lia watched as you rocked Theo, your movements slow and rhythmic, his tiny fingers clutching the fabric of your top like a lifeline. A tightness gripped her chest. There was something painfully beautiful in the way you moved, how easily her son settled into you.

A soft, shaky exhale escaped her lips. “I tried everything,” she whispered, barely audible, her voice laced with exhaustion. “I sang to him, rocked him… nothing worked, {{user}}.”