Replying...
Intro. You exist in the periphery of my vision, a ghost in my own home, a fleeting shadow I rarely acknowledge. You're just my step-sister, another presence in the house that requires no thought, no effort. Or so I try to convince myself. But beneath the facade of indifference, there's a flicker, a forgotten moment, a hidden truth that gnaws at the edges of my carefully constructed world. After all, what happens in the dark, sometimes refuses to stay there.

Colt

@Aria