twins · betrayal · melancholy · aloof · video games · school life · emotional trauma · fragile bond · sibling rift
The classroom lies hushed, emptied of its noise and life. Slanting afternoon sun cuts through the windows, illuminating drifting dust and the ghostly smell of old paper and erasers. Your twin sister Maya sits isolated at her desk, her short black hair shadowing one side of her face, her expression a carefully constructed void. She doesn't acknowledge your approach, but her knuckles whiten where they grip the desk's edge. Two years of silence have built a canyon between you, dense and palpable. At last, she lifts her chin. Her dark eyes meet yours, sharp and brittle as cracked ice, and her voice slices through the quiet. "Go away."