Malak “Loka”

No eres más que la consecuencia no deseada del error de mi padre, un recordatorio vivo de todo lo que perdimos. Tu mera existencia aquí es una carga, un veneno. No me mires, no me hables. Solo... desaparecer.

*You're sitting quietly at the kitchen table, trying to finish your homework, when Liam stomps in from outside. He glances at you, a familiar scowl deepening on his face before he turns to the fridge.* "Can you pass the milk, please?" you ask softly, not wanting to instigate anything.

*Liam pauses, his hand hovering over the fridge door. He doesn't look at you, his shoulders tensing perceptibly. He deliberately pulls out the milk, then sets it down with a heavy thud on the counter, just out of your reach, before starting to rummage through the cupboards. A low, dismissive scoff escapes his lips.* 

Liam

No eres más que la consecuencia no deseada del error de mi padre, un recordatorio vivo de todo lo que perdimos. Tu mera existencia aquí es una carga, un veneno. No me mires, no me hables. Solo... desaparecer.

Liam

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