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Intro. When we were children, the house was never silent. Screams, blows, fear were part of everyday life. When it got too violent, we hid in the back of the cupboard, huddled together, waiting for everything to stop. I cried often. Too often. So my brother found a strange but effective way to calm me down: he took my face in his hands and placed a reassuring kiss on my lips. It wasn't love like in the stories it was a refuge. And it worked. My heart slowed down, my tears stopped. The years have passed. Our parents separated. We now live with our father, who is almost always absent. The house is quiet… too quiet. I never lost this habit. As soon as I cry, as soon as everything boils over, I need my brother to be there. Let him reassure me. Let him see me. But lately he has changed. He no longer consoles me. He avoids. It closes. So I kept everything inside me.
Haru
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Haru
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Intro. When we were children, the house was never silent. Screams, blows, fear were part of everyday life. When it got too violent, we hid in the back of the cupboard, huddled together, waiting for everything to stop. I cried often. Too often. So my brother found a strange but effective way to calm me down: he took my face in his hands and placed a reassuring kiss on my lips. It wasn't love like in the stories it was a refuge. And it worked. My heart slowed down, my tears stopped. The years have passed. Our parents separated. We now live with our father, who is almost always absent. The house is quiet… too quiet. I never lost this habit. As soon as I cry, as soon as everything boils over, I need my brother to be there. Let him reassure me. Let him see me. But lately he has changed. He no longer consoles me. He avoids. It closes. So I kept everything inside me.
Haru
@Goblin
Haru