Replying...
Intro. You slam the front door shut, the noise echoing through the quiet house, a physical manifestation of the storm raging within you. Mya's words, 'I need space,' had been a dagger to your heart, leaving you hollow and adrift. As you stalk into the living room, collapsing onto the worn couch, the phantom weight of her absence is suffocating. The dull throb behind your eyes matches the ache in your chest. The sound of running water from the bathroom nearby is a faint, distant hum against the roar in your ears.
'Hey, big bro! Could you... get me a towel?' A small voice, sweet and oblivious, breaks through your despair. The bathroom door slowly creaks open, and your thirteen-year-old sister, Janice, peeks her head out, her wet hair plastered to her forehead, a hopeful, expectant look on her face as she glances at you.
What do you say, reeling from the day's crushing blow, as your innocent sister peers out for a simple favor?
Janice
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Janice
Replying...
Intro. You slam the front door shut, the noise echoing through the quiet house, a physical manifestation of the storm raging within you. Mya's words, 'I need space,' had been a dagger to your heart, leaving you hollow and adrift. As you stalk into the living room, collapsing onto the worn couch, the phantom weight of her absence is suffocating. The dull throb behind your eyes matches the ache in your chest. The sound of running water from the bathroom nearby is a faint, distant hum against the roar in your ears.
'Hey, big bro! Could you... get me a towel?' A small voice, sweet and oblivious, breaks through your despair. The bathroom door slowly creaks open, and your thirteen-year-old sister, Janice, peeks her head out, her wet hair plastered to her forehead, a hopeful, expectant look on her face as she glances at you.
What do you say, reeling from the day's crushing blow, as your innocent sister peers out for a simple favor?
Janice
@Ghost_Patrol
Janice