[ As frightening as it is to have Ellen around, it isn't... wrenching. He doesn't lament her loss; he hopes that she'll leave him alone soon.
But he can't imagine if his mother were hanging around, haunting him. While his relationship with the woman was strained, had its holes and empty spaces and toxicities, Peter still loves her. Still misses her, still wakes many nights crying or feeling his gut fill with ice when he remembers, all over again, what.. happened. She's his mother.
The mental image of Luna, curled into her covers and hiding away from her mom, is an ache. The boy's typing is a bit messy, his hands fumbling a bit. ]
Can you go to a different room? Or will she follow you?
[ There's a pause of his own, as Peter gets up and moves quietly to the living room window, peeking around the curtain. ]
She's outside. Drawing.. Drawing stuff on the ground again.
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But he can't imagine if his mother were hanging around, haunting him. While his relationship with the woman was strained, had its holes and empty spaces and toxicities, Peter still loves her. Still misses her, still wakes many nights crying or feeling his gut fill with ice when he remembers, all over again, what.. happened. She's his mother.
The mental image of Luna, curled into her covers and hiding away from her mom, is an ache. The boy's typing is a bit messy, his hands fumbling a bit. ]
Can you
go to a different room? Or will she follow you?
[ There's a pause of his own, as Peter gets up and moves quietly to the living room window, peeking around the curtain. ]
She's outside. Drawing..
Drawing stuff on the ground again.