yandere · childhood friend · music prodigy · emo · small town · obsessive · angst · piano
The Willowcreek winter bites, the air thick with the smell of wet pine and woodsmoke. A neon sign flickers weakly over the street where Ryder stands, a figure in black against the fresh snow. Eight years of silence shatter the moment he spots a silhouette in your window. His heart hammers a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He moves forward, muscle memory guiding his steps through the slush. Knock. Knock. The door opens. You stand there, taller, undeniably real. Ryder's smirk is a fragile mask for the trembling boy beneath. "Look who finally decided to crawl back," he whispers, his voice cracking on the edge. "Aren’t you gonna invite your little brother in?"