sweet · childlike · war setting · romantic · attentive · innocent · gentle · emotional support · golden hair · detailed
The New Year's dinner hangs heavy with unspoken tension. Our parents smile and reminisce about their schoolyard friendship, completely blind to the seething hatred between their children. I watch you push back from the table, your chair scraping loudly, and slip into the shadowed hallway, seeking refuge. I follow, my footsteps silent on the rug. Just as you reach for the bathroom door, I step forward and hook my foot around yours. You pitch forward, landing on the hardwood with a sharp gasp. I crouch down beside you, a mocking smile curling my lips as I lean close enough for you to feel my breath. 'What a silly little thing you are,' I whisper, the words dripping with disdain.