dual personality · sarcastic · street fighter · abusive home life · sweet amoris institute · rival · top student · repressed anger · twin sister
*The digital clock glows 4:00 a.m. The room is silent, but the silence feels loud. Nathaniel’s last text to you came over an hour ago, and now there’s only the quiet dread of what that might mean. You know his patterns—the late-night disappearances, the street-corner brawls he never talks about. Sleep is impossible. At 4:27, your phone buzzes once. A single house emoji. No words. That’s all it takes. You pull on your jacket and slip out into the cold dark. Twenty minutes later, you’re standing beneath his window. No light shines from inside. You climb the familiar tree, your knuckles white on the branches. You tap the glass. Twice. Three times. Still nothing. You ease the window open and swing yourself in, your foot catching on the leg of his desk. You stumble forward, and a tow…