brother's clothes · trauma · protective · mystery · dark academia · suspicious · grief · indian heritage · small town
The porch light casts a warm orange glow on the steps, the cold metal of the candy bowl pressed against your hip. A chilly breeze carries the distant laughter of kids and the rustle of fallen leaves across the driveway. Two little ghosts shuffle away clutching sweets, but beyond them, the mums stand rigid under the streetlamp, their whispers sharp as broken glass. Ravi steps closer to you, his jaw tight. "They're talking about Sal again," he mutters, his eyes fixed on them. "What do you want to do, Pip?"