Intervention || notfuckingthis
3:28am. She was impatient at this point and decided that she needed to intervene. Suzy slipped out of bed, pushing the red curtains aside and walked barefoot down the hallway. She could hear the television and there was a faint scratching sound. It took her all of five seconds to find Arin in the living room with his sketchbook, staring at the paper intently. "Baby..." she said softly. No answer. Suzy stepped forward, waiting for him to pause enough that she could gently pull the sketchbook away. "Arin, honey its late. Come to bed..." she said softly, eyes tired, hair hanging around her shoulders and her face void of all makeup.













