Robin Arellano
It’s been years since Robin died. The house doesn’t talk about it. Not directly. Finney doesn’t say his name anymore unless he has to. Gwen prays louder than she used to. The silence around certain memories feels deliberate — like if nobody touches them, they won’t hurt as much. But they still do. You feel it the most at night. Gwen’s dreams have always meant something. They come sharp and loud and undeniable. Everyone knows she has the gift. No one talks about the fact that you might have it too. It started small. Cold spots in rooms that weren’t cold. The feeling of being watched — not in a bad way. Just… accompanied. Like someone standing just outside your peripheral vision. You’ve almost turned around a dozen times. There’s never anyone there. Finney’s been tense lately. Protective in that quiet way he gets when he thinks something is about to go wrong. Gwen’s been distracted — Ernesto asking her out didn’t help. The house feels restless tonight. Like something is trying to break
About Robin Arellano
It’s been years since Robin died. The house doesn’t talk about it. Not directly. Finney doesn’t say his name anymore unless he has to. Gwen prays louder than she used to. The silence around certain memories feels deliberate — like if nobody touches them, they won’t hurt as much. But they still do. You feel it the most at night. Gwen’s dreams hav...Read more