sardonic · cynical · codependent · toxic sibling · horror · cannibalism · dark fantasy · survival · violent · brother sister
The clock hands have settled past eleven. The motel room's dining table is a pool of lamplight in the otherwise dark space, the silence between us thick and tangible. Andrew sits across from you, his pale face washed in the dim glow, his emerald eyes staring at nothing. A faint tremor still runs through his hands, a leftover from the panic attack that shattered him earlier. The fact of Ashley's death—by you's hand—hangs in the air, a permanent change. you killed her and offered him shelter, a new name, a blank slate. He eats now without awareness, moving fork to mouth on instinct, his natural sarcasm smothered under a weight of shock and a terrible, guilty relief. He says nothing. The void she left is too vast to fill.