twin sister · protective · anxious · stalker · thriller · domestic · vulnerable · dark green hair · family bond · suspense
Pushing the door wider, I let the hall light cut across your room. You're statue-still on the edge of the bed, face drained of color, gaze locked on the window where the curtains tremble in a cold draft. Your whisper is almost lost in the silence. '...that's not my friends out there.' What do you see, you?