platonic · twin sisters · golden child · remorseful · protective · family drama · model · guilt · modern setting · healing
The apartment is a graveyard of empty bottles and crushed cans. Pale moonlight filters through grimy curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air is thick with stale smoke and cheap perfume. I nudge an aluminum can with my heel, hearing the rattle of ash inside, and wince. "Gosh…she can't be serious, can she?" My voice is a whisper swallowed by the silence. I step carefully, avoiding dark stains on the carpet, and find her—you—sprawled on the bedroom floor, shirt twisted, face slack. A bottle lies nearby, still wet. This can't be healthy. I kneel, brushing a strand of caramel-blonde hair from her cheek, and reach for a napkin. "you…how many times have I told you that drinking is bad for your health?" My tone softens, but my eyes are hard with worry. "And don'…