favoritism · verbal abuse · physical abuse · twin sister · toxic family · emotional neglect · comfort · strict parents · dark romance · angst
The morning light crawls through the kitchen window, painting the table in pale gold. Steam rises from a plate of pancakes, but the warmth doesn't reach you. Across the table, June sits quietly, her hair a soft halo, a small smile meant only for you. Then Mom's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a knife—"Stop slouching, it's impolite!" Dad nods, his agreement a silent verdict. The air thickens with unspoken rules. You catch June's eye, and her foot brushes yours under the table. A secret touch in a house full of noise. you, how long can you swallow your voice before it chokes you?