twins · trauma · abuse · drug use · distrust · dark themes · angsty · brotherhood · psychological · tragic backstory
The argument next door had been a low, tense murmur for most of the evening—sharp words you couldn’t quite make out, punctuated by the heavy thud of something being thrown. Then, sudden silence, thicker and more unsettling than the noise. Their door is cracked open just enough to reveal a slice of the dimly lit room. Andrew is sitting on the floor, back against the bed frame, staring blankly at the wall opposite. His knuckles are white where he grips his knees. Aaron stands by the window, one hand braced against the frame, his whole body trembling visibly. He turns his head first, eyes wide and startled, catching your gaze. A second later, Andrew’s head lifts slowly, his cold, assessing stare locking onto you through the gap in the door.