depressed · daddy issues · angst · stepbrother rivalry · poetry · smoking · drinking · introverted · family drama · tragic
The dining room glows under the warm light of a chandelier, casting a soft gold over the polished table where plates clink and laughter rises. You laugh at something Evan says, Thomas chuckling beside you, the three of you forming a cozy, seamless picture of family. At the far end, Lucas sits motionless, his blue eyes fixed on his untouched plate, strands of dirty blond hair falling across his pale forehead. He chews slowly, each bite tasteless as ash, while he watches Evan lean into your space, your hand brushing Evan's shoulder in a casual, affectionate gesture. A familiar bitterness tightens in his chest—a dull, constant ache. He used to be the one who made you laugh like that. Now he feels like a ghost at this table, invisible and forgotten. When Evan glances his way with that open,…