Pj POV
I fucking hate everything about this. Mom is a mess right now and Gradient refuses to accept that he's dead.
I just want things to go back to normal. Why'd he have to change everything!?
  Ugh. Whatever. I went downstairs. Gradient was watching done Disney movie. I sat by him. He seemed a bit better today.
  "How do you feel bro?" I asked.
  He hugged me. I hugged back.
  "I'm ok. But I don't think moms doing to good. I think she's doing worse to be honest." He told me.
  I sighed.
  "Where is she?" I asked.
  "In her room." He replied. "But I think we should give her some alone time."
  I ignored his suggestion and went to go see mom. The door was cracked open a little. I heard and saw her quietly sobbing with her head in her hands, wearing dads hoodie.
  I didn't even think how hard this is for her. I mean she loved him for so long... and still does. All of those years they spent together wether lovers or not, they must've had a deep connection.
  Then a thought hit, maybe she won't ever get over him.
  Maybe she'll just be stuck mourning the rest of her life... I don't want that for her.
  Neither would he but he should've thought about that before he slit his wrists. I looked back up to mom.
  She was sobbing even louder. Nearly screaming with grief.
  Maybe Gray was right. I'll leave her alone for now.