@fevrals, max: ❝ you can’t carry me through this. ❞
stunted youth, cursed childhoods, bruised knees and hearts > this was nothing new for the mayfield girls. grief had lived in their bones since the day they moved to indiana. [the abandonment of a father, the absence of a mother, the torture from a stepfamily.] only now, a death resided in their midst and darkness enveloped hawkins once again. darkness it couldn't escape no matter how hard it tried. palm trees replaced with oak trees, sunny skies replaced with grey clouds, and smiles replaced with screams. hawkins would be their grave.
eldest daughter syndrome — the weight of sisterhood and motherhood resting on her shoulders, the world threatening to crumble down upon them. ❝ look, i get it. shit has been really messed up lately, and i don't know how to make it better. if i could, you know i would in a heartbeat. ❞ it's the closest thing to a plead she can muster, nausea rising her stomach as marley swallows her pride. [they'd had always been emotionally unavailable at the worst of times— the joys of sisterhood.]
❝ please talk to me. please don't shut me out... that's the worst fucking punishment you can give me. ❞