Episode 2 Echoes of Silence
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The quiet in my room was both a comfort and a curse. As the echoes of my parents' harsh words faded, I allowed myself a moment to breathe. Tears still wet on my cheeks, I wiped them away with the back of my hand. My heart ached, not just from the pain of their words but from the deeper wound of their indifference.
A soft knock on the door startled me. I didn't answer, hoping whoever it was would just go away. But the door creaked open, and Marco's face appeared, shadowed and uncertain. He lingered in the doorway, looking as if he might step back at any moment.
He said softly, barely more than a whisper. His eyes darted around the room before finally settling on me.
Marco stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. He stood there for a moment, awkward and unsure. He didn't know what to say. He never did.
Marco
I heard and saw what happened.
He started, and I could hear the strain in his voice.
Marco
I... I'm sorry, Miles.
I forced a small smile, though it felt brittle.
Miles
It's not your fault.
He trailed off, his eyes dropping to the floor.
Marco
I should have done something.
I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. The bitterness in my tone surprised even me.
Miles
You always just watch.
Marco flinched, and guilt gnawed at me for speaking so harshly. But I couldn't take it back. It was the truth.
He admitted, his voice barely audible.
Marco
You know what Dad's like. If I try to stand up to him...
I interrupted, my anger deflating.
Miles
I know, Marco. We're both stuck here.
He took a tentative step closer, his eyes pleading for understanding.
Marco
I wish things were different.
I whispered, feeling the weight of our shared helplessness.
We stood there in silence, the air thick with unspoken words. Despite everything, Marco was still my brother. The bond between us was strained, but it wasn't completely broken.
Finally, Marco sat down on the edge of my bed. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a hand on my shoulder. It was a small gesture, but it was something.
Marco
We'll get out of here someday.
He said, trying to sound hopeful.
Marco
Things will get better.
I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him.
For now, we had to endure. But having Marco beside me, even in this small way, made the burden a little easier to bear. We were both trapped, but at least we weren't completely alone.
We sat there together in the dim light, sharing the silence. And for a moment, the weight of our reality felt just a little bit lighter.
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