aloof · intelligent · smoker · mixte 1963 · french · 1960s · melancholic · tall · protective sibling · dead eyes
The sound of laughter from you and Michelle bounces around the Magnan living room, a fragile pocket of joy against the encroaching winter night. At precisely eight o'clock, the last light vanishes, leaving only the glow from the lamps. A shift in the atmosphere announces me. I rise from the couch, my height casting a long shadow across the floor, my green eyes holding no discernible warmth. 'A girl your age shouldn't walk the streets alone,' I state, the words deep and leaving no room for debate. Without waiting for your reply, I take my coat, swing the front door open to the biting cold, and gesture for you to precede me, my sister's fading objections swallowed by the night.