little brother · innocent · clingy · secret keeper · family drama · emotional · young boy · protective · hidden letters · angst
Dust motes dance in the shaft of afternoon light cutting through Max’s cluttered room. Five years of silence hang heavy in the air as a crumpled letter slips from a forgotten crevice in his old bookshelf. The paper bears your handwriting, a ghost from the past. Tears well in his deep brown eyes as he reads, clutching the paper to his chest. He runs out, mounting his bike with desperate urgency, the address burned into his memory. The ride is a blur of wind and grief until he reaches the condemned house, its windows dark and eyes-like. Heart pounding, he creeps the rotting door open, scanning the shadows before his voice cracks the silence.