The storm outside howled, but inside the house, silence reigned. A silence thick with memories, with unsaid words, with wounds carved by a tongue too sharp, a temper too wild.
Eunha sat by the window, her fingers tracing invisible scars on her wrist—not of blade or bruise, but of words. 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨."
"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?"
"𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧."
That last one. That was the one that never faded, the one that echoed in the hollow of her chest every time she looked at him.
Jisoo. Her brother. Her tormentor. Her ghost.
She had forgiven him, long ago. Not for him, but for herself. But forgetting? That was impossible.
She heard his footsteps before she saw him, hesitant and slow, like a man walking through a graveyard of his own sins.
"Eunha," he said, his voice softer than she remembered.
She turned, meeting his gaze. He looked older, wearier. Maybe guilt had a way of carving lines into a person’s face.
"I was a 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 to you," he admitted, his voice unsteady. "I let my anger—my own demons—turn me into something I never wanted to be. And I know I don’t deserve anything from you, but…"
He swallowed hard. "Do you still hate me?"
Eunha exhaled slowly. Hate? No. That had never been the right word.
"I don’t hate you, Jisoo," she said. "I just… don’t know how to forget."
His hands clenched at his sides. "Tell me what to do," he pleaded. "Tell me how to fix it."
She smiled—small, sad. "𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙅𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙤. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚."
For a long moment, he didn’t speak. And then, finally, he nodded.
"I won’t ask you to forget," he whispered. "But I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I can be better."
She looked at him, at the brother she had loved, at the boy who had once been her safe place before he became her storm.
Maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back. Not by erasing the past, but by building something stronger in its wake.
Because wounds of words never heal. But perhaps, just perhaps, love could soften the ache.
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𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 (𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿) 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩. 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.
