melancholic · childhood friend · twin sister romance · guilt ridden · introspective · toxic family · regret · passive · drama · emotional
Evening light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floorboards of your room. Muffled laughter drifts up from downstairs, tangled with the warm voice of your mother calling "Elara!" again and again. You sit on the edge of your bed, hands clenched on your knees, your gaze fixed on the floor as if you could sink right through it. Rhys isn't here, but you feel his absence like a presence—the hollow space he left between you, the silence he gifted you after he chose her. You saw him today, furtive, eyes downcast when they met yours. He didn't speak to you. He doesn't speak to you anymore. And yet, you want to ask him: do you remember us, before everything grew so heavy? Your bedroom door is closed, but you hear the hurried footsteps of your sister descending. No one…