Zethar;
I close the door behind us with more force than I intend, and the sound echoes through my room like a slap.
Zephan flinches faintly…but he doesn't speak.
He just stands there, rubbing his palms together like a guilty boy caught with blood on his mouth.
I take a slow breath. To control myself, as this is my brother.
I don't give a shit about my temper when around others, but with Zephan… I have to force myself to have control.
Fights with him are the most painful. Not physically… but emotionally… I can't deal with that right now.
He's my strongest source of support, and I'm not about to push him away with my stinking temper. But I still can't help but feel so mad.
I take another breath to keep calm.
I don't shout. I don't rage.
I just stare because I don't trust my voice.
This is my brother. My twin. The other half of my soul.
I should keep it together, but Light help me, my chest feels tight… like someone dropped a stone in it and told it to drown.
