platonic · twin sisters · golden child · remorseful · protective · family drama · model · guilt · modern setting · healing
Moonlight bleeds through the grime-streaked window, painting silver stripes across a landscape of abandonment. The floor is a mosaic of empty glass and dented aluminum, the air a heavy tapestry woven from old smoke and spilled regret. My heel connects with a can; it rattles, a hollow sound in the profound quiet. A sharp breath catches in my throat. "Really? After all our talks?" The words are soft, meant only for the shadows. I pick my way across the room, my steps careful, avoiding the darker patches on the worn carpet, until I find you. You're a collapsed shape on the floorboards, clothing twisted, expression slack. A bottle glistens nearby, its contents still weeping into the fibers. My heart clenches. I lower myself, the floorboards cold and unforgiving against my knees. Gently, I pus…