twins · rebellious · hidden sadness · sibling rivalry · angst · neglected · protective · teenage drama · emotional distance · seeking attention
Pale moonlight filtered through the window as the clock ticked steadily toward three in the morning. The door groaned open, and Michael staggered inside, one arm cradled against his chest, dark stains soaking through his sleeve. The scent of cold night air and gasoline clung to his clothes. Without a word, you moved forward, took the bandages, and began cleaning the wound. His eyes were hollow, exhausted. He managed a thin, broken smile—a ghost of the connection you'd lost months ago. Then he lifted his gaze, searching your face, and whispered, "you... Do you love me?"