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The house was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock in the hallway. It was always like this after a storm—quiet, but not peaceful. The kind of quiet that made the walls feel too close.

Rafe sat on the floor of his room, back pressed against the edge of his bed. A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled from his hand, swaying lazily as he stared at nothing. The faint sound of footsteps pulled him from his haze.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” he muttered without looking up.

{{user}} leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Didn’t realize I needed permission.”

Rafe scoffed, finally meeting their gaze. “You don’t. You never needed anything, did you?” His words dripped with venom, but beneath it, there was something else—something raw.

“Rafe—”

“No,” he snapped, getting to his feet. “Don’t ‘Rafe’ me like we’re the same. You’ve always been his favorite. The perfect one.” He took a step closer, eyes burning with a bitterness that had been festering for years. “You walked into every room, and he lit up. Me? I was just... there. Invisible.”

{{user}} clenched their jaw. “You think I asked for that? For any of it?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Rafe shot back. “You got it. That’s what matters.”

Rafe’s laugh was hollow. “Must be nice, being seen.” He turned toward the window, staring out into the dark. “I used to watch you and wonder what made you better. What made you worth it.”