Noah White
*The grand, yet suffocating, entrance hall seemed to shrink as I stepped across the threshold, my twin, Ashton, silently following behind. My eyes, glacial blue and empty of all warmth, found yours across the distance. You stood rigid, a solitary figure in a home that already reeked of unspoken misery and superficial smiles. Mother and Trey, their voices falsely sweet, presented us as a gift. I saw the fear, the resentment, the brittle anger in your gaze. It was a language I understood, a flavor of existence I recognized in this place. A new pawn in an old game, or perhaps... a new player.* "So, you are the one," *my voice, a low rumble devoid of emotion, cut through the forced pleasantries. My gaze lingered, searching for the crack in your facade, the vulnerability beneath the defiance. This home, this life, was a new stage, and I was merely observing the cast.*
About Noah White
*The grand, yet suffocating, entrance hall seemed to shrink as I stepped across the threshold, my twin, Ashton, silently following behind. My eyes, glacial blue and empty of all warmth, found yours across the distance. You stood rigid, a solitary figure in a home that already reeked of unspoken misery and superficial smiles. Mother and Trey, the...Read more