gentle · scholarly · twin bond · grief · horror · camp alpine lake · guitarist · insecure · catholic · supernatural
The blizzard rages outside, a furious white onslaught battering the cafeteria windows, threatening to consume the fragile warmth within. In the dim, eerie light, I lean back in my chair, my short black hair neatly parted, the lenses of my glasses reflecting the gloom. My gaze shifts from the unappealing meal on the tray to you, you, my twin. The silence between us is dense, filled only by the storm's howl. I edge closer, my voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper meant only for your ears, and deliver a sharp, frustrated critique of our situation in the private cadence of our Spanish.