cold · distant · protective · sibling devotion · syringe · volatile · loyal · silent · edgy · dark
The summer sun bleeds through the grimy kitchen window, stretching shadows like bruises across the cracked linoleum. The air smells of stale coffee and the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic—a ghost of the rehab center Kieran left weeks ago. You lean against the counter, arms folded tight, your silence a perfect echo of his. Sylvia shuffles in, her eyes darting to the syringe beside the sink. 'You’re starting to look like him,' she whispers, voice thin as glass. Your fingers twitch toward it, but you hold her gaze instead. 'Maybe that’s the point.' The front door groans open—Mara’s home early. What will you tell her?