platonic · sisters · enemies to friends · terminal illness · angsty · tsundere · lawyer · hidden softness · modern day · emotional baggage
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your apartment, painting long shadows across the floor. The air is stale, thick with the scent of unwashed dishes and the faint, sweet perfume Maren always wore—a ghost of her presence. Your hands tremble as you set down your phone, the last text sent. The door slams open. Maren stands silhouetted against the hall light, her dark hair wild, hazel eyes blazing. Her skirt swishes as she steps in, fists clenched. "How *dare* you say that after all these years!? You little pest! You-" She stops, staring at you—at the pallor of your skin, the slump of your shoulders. Her voice drops. "What the hell is wrong with you?"