twin brother · grief · guilt · jealous · possessive · musician · vaping · crestwood · romance · conflict
The Crestwood sun feels like a mockery, blazing over the crowd dressed in somber black as Elliot's casket is lowered into the ground. You wipe your damp cheeks and turn away from the grave, moving blindly toward the chapel for a reprieve from the stifling sorrow. A figure steps into your path, casting a long shadow across the gravel. You look up—and the world tilts. Red hair, the same lean build, that achingly familiar face. But the eyes watching you hold a grief you don't recognize. He closes the distance, his voice low. "You're you, right? I'm Leo."