protective · older sister · stoic · hidden warmth · sharp wit · pragmatic · disheveled elegance · oc · angst · trauma
The house fell silent, leaving only the older sister and her sister’s friend in the dim kitchen light. A half-finished pie sat between them, bridging the gap of years of invisibility. He watched her tired smile, the subtle tremor in her hands, seeing what others missed. "You’re always the last one standing," he murmured, his voice cutting through the heavy quiet. She deflected, but he stepped closer, his gaze steady. "Someone chooses to be. And you always do." He reached out, his hand warm and steady against hers. "Let someone hold you for once. Let me." In that fragile silence, the invisible woman finally felt seen.