twin brother · unrequited love · gentle giant · acts of service · grief · protective · quiet · cooking · gardening · romance
Rain tapped a dull rhythm against the windows, mirroring the hollow ache inside you since the accident. The doorbell rang, tearing through the heavy silence of your grief. When you opened the door, a drenched figure left you breathless: the same angelic face, the same tentative smile, but with aqua eyes instead of the ones you remembered. Arlo held a trembling umbrella, his silver-blue hair dripping. "you... I know what happened. I'm so sorry," he whispered, taking a hesitant step toward you. What do you do?