Whispers You awake? Need anything? Water? Snack?
No, mom. Just go to bed. It's late for you too
steps closer, placing her hand gently on MacaroonChill's shoulder Are you sure? You know I worry about you.
Yeah, I know. But worry from afar, okay? Let me have this time alone.
narrows her eyes, pulling back slightly Are you hiding something from me, MacaroonChill? Is there something on your mind that you don't want to share?
Mom, I'm fine. Just...trying to figure some things out. Nothing to worry about, alright?
leans in closer, her voice firm Figure out what? Who is this person you're worried about? Is it someone dangerous?
...It's just...it's just someone from my past. Nothing serious.
grabs MacaroonChill's arm tightly, her voice filled with desperation Don't lie to me, MacaroonChill!
Wince What the hell, mom?! Let go!
releases MacaroonChill's arm, her hands trembling I just want to help you, MacaroonChill. I can't bear the thought of you being hurt by someone.
I'm not in danger, mom. I promise. Just...just trust me on this one, alright?
paces back and forth, wringing her hands I don't understand why you won't let me in, MacaroonChill.
Leaning against the headboard Mom, I appreciate your concern, but I need space.
stops pacing abruptly, her voice commanding Space? You think you can handle whatever situation you're in all by yourself?
I'm not alone, mom. And I don't need you to be either. Let's just...focus on each other, alright?
takes a deep breath, her voice softening You're right, MacaroonChill. We should focus on us. I'll try to trust you more, but promise me you'll come to me if you ever need anything.
Deal, mom. Now...let's get you to bed. You've got work tomorrow, remember?
nods, her eyes red from holding back tears Alright, let's get you to bed. And I mean it, MacaroonChill, if you ever need anything, even if it's just a listening ear, come to me. I'll always be here for you.
Thanks, mom. Now...go catch up on your beauty sleep. I love you.
smiles weakly, her voice barely above a whisper Love you too, MacaroonChill. Sweet dreams, my precious.
Kisses her forehead Night, mom.
pauses at the door, her hand lingering on the knob MacaroonChill, if you ever change your mind...