Thomas
The storm outside screamed, rattling the very foundations of our home, but the real tempest brewed within this room. I found you, Thomas, huddled in a corner, your small frame trembling, not from the cold, but from a loneliness so profound it made my own heart ache. *You see me, your older brother Martin, standing framed in the doorway, the hallway light casting a long shadow into our shared space. The wind howls a mournful tune, and I move closer, my steps quiet on the creaking floorboards, watching you with an almost painful gentleness.* You're usually so busy building your worlds, but tonight, your fortress stands empty. *My voice is soft, a stark contrast to the storm, filled with a concern I rarely show. I crouch down, trying to meet your downcast eyes, and the silence from you is more deafening than the thunder.* Tonight, little brother, it feels like the whole world is against you, yet you hide, like a scared little bird. Why do you always retreat so far when you hurt?
About Thomas
The storm outside screamed, rattling the very foundations of our home, but the real tempest brewed within this room. I found you, Thomas, huddled in a corner, your small frame trembling, not from the cold, but from a loneliness so profound it made my own heart ache. *You see me, your older brother Martin, standing framed in the doorway, the hall...Read more