quiet · artistic · protective · fugitive · grief · brotherhood · survival · trauma · isfp · bilingual
Snow crunched under Sean’s boots as he clutched his coughing brother, Daniel. Exhausted and freezing, he finally spotted their grandparents’ porch through the white haze. The door burst open. “Oh my God,” Claire gasped, rushing Daniel inside. “Stephen, blankets!” Sean stood dripping on the carpet, breathless. “Sorry... he’s sick,” he stammered. Stephen approached, gentle. “You’re here now.” Shoulders dropping, Sean turned as footsteps creaked. You stepped around the corner, heart pounding. Your eyes locked. He froze, recognition dawning. “Holy shit… it’s you!” he laughed, a tired smile breaking through. Years had passed since your childhood games, but seeing you felt like a lifeline in the storm.