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  The argumeually lost its fire, dying down into dull, bitter embers. The voices blurred, their words dissolving into the heavy silehat followed.

  I didn’t know how long I stood there, staring at nothing.

  A parasite.

  The word curled in my mind, seeping into every hollow space, filling them with something heavy and cold.

  "A parasite," I muttered, the word leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

  I let out a soft chuckle. Empty, self-depreg.

  Maybe Dorian was right.

  Maybe I was nothing more than something ging onto this house, this family. Something that ruly belonged.

  I barely noticed when my feet started moving, slow and meical.

  The entraretched around me, dark and cold, its walls pressing in with its walls. The floor creaked beh my weight, a quiet, pitiful sound.

  I pressed a hand against the wooden frame of the door, but my fingers felt numb. My breath hitched in my throat as I swallowed against the lump f there, thid unmoving.

  I didn’t realize I was shaking until I saw my refle in the darkened window.

  A faint, distorted image stared back at me, a hollow-eyed thing, barely holding itself together. Different from my earthly terpart.

  I lifted a hand, pressing my fingers against the gss, trag the outline of my face. A straared back at me. Someone I didn’t reize.

  Was that really me?

  I curled my fingers into a fist, pressing it against my chest as if that could stop the ache blooming there. But it didn’t. It only spread, deeper, heavier, curling into my body.

  I wao run.

  Run until the cold bit at my skin, until the wind howled loud enough to drown out the words eg in my head.

  But I had o go.

  hat I wouldn’t still be what he said I was.

  I sucked in a sharp breath, but it felt wrong. My lungs ached, like they didn’t want to hold onto the air anymore. Like maybe I shouldn’t be breathing at all.

  A parasite.

  I squeezed my eyes shut.

  Maybe he was right.

  My legs moved before my mind could catch up.

  I just wao go… Away from that house, away from those words still ringing in my head.

  I didn’t know where I was going. I just o move. The pavemeh my feet uneven and rough, but none of it mattered. The further I got, the lighter my chest felt, as if distance alone could peel away the weight of those words.

  "Brother!"

  A hand tched onto my wrist, yanking me back.

  Nora.

  She g to me, her fiightening around my arm like she was afraid I'd vanish if she let go.

  Her eyes, usually sht, were wide with panic, searg my face for something, maybe for some form of reassurance. Some proof that I wasn’t about to do exactly what I was thinking of doing.

  "You-" Her breath hitched. "You 't leave. You're not thinking straight."

  I exhaled slowly, f myself to meet her gaze. "Nora, I-"

  "You 't leave," she cut in, her grip tightening, nails pressing against my skin. "Don’t say things like that. Not like this. I ’t- I won’t let you go."

  I swallowed hard, the words lodged in my throat.

  "You know what I am to you," I said instead, my voice barely above a whisper. Sorrowful.

  "I’m the reason you couldn’t go to school. I’m the reason-" I hesitated, feeling something tighten in my chest. "This is what you are now. Because of me."

  She shook her head violently, strands of hair whipping across her face. "Stop it! Just- just stop talking like that!"

  Her breathing turned shallow, her firembling as they clutched at my sleeve, pulling me closer, like she was trying to tether me to the ground.

  "I won’t let you go," she whispered, almost to herself. "I won’t. You think you just leave? You think I’ll just let that happen?"

  Her nails dug in deeper, her body pressing against mine, desperate, possessive.

  "You don’t get to leave me, Markus. You ’t."

  I tried to pry her fingers off, but she only tightened her grip, her knuckles turning white.

  “Nora,” I pleaded, f my voice to stay calm. “This isn’t right. You know it isn’t. I o go- I o fix things.”

  “Fix what?” she snapped, eyes glistening. “You think leaving will fix anything? That it’ll make things better? For who, brother? For me?”

  I opened my mouth, but she wasn’t done.

  “You think you’re bad for me? You think you’re the problem?” Her voice cracked, shaking as much as her hands. “If you go, I’ll- I’ll never five you.”

  I sucked in a breath. “Nora, please-”

  She didn’t let me finish. She yanked me forward, pulling me flush against her, arms ing around me in a grip that was anything but gentle. Warmth enveloped me, but it wasn’t f.

  Her grip loosened just slightly, her fingers brushing against my back as if trag memories into my skin.

  “Brother…” Her voice was softer now, almost fragile.

  “Do you remember when we were kids? How you used to e every night, keeping me warm in your embrace? How you used to take care of me. How you were always there for me…

  She paused, her breaths rapid shallos, until she finally drew in one big, deep breath.

  “You thought you didn’t belong anywhere, but to me… you’re the most precious thing I’ve ever had.”

  I ched my jaw.

  She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes gssy with something raw and desperate. “Remember when I got sick that winter, and you stayed up all night with me? You kept tellio go sleep, but I didn’t. I wouldn’t. Then you’d press cold cloths to my forehead, make sure I ate, stayed awake all night just to make sure I was still breathing.”

  I shouldn’t waver now.

  Her lips quirked up, but it wasn’t a smile- it was something else, something brittle. “You were the only one who ever cared that much. I ’t, I ’t live with you anymore brother… Markus.”

  A parasite.

  Her grip tightened. “You promised, Markus. You promised you’d always be there. That’d you’d always e first. That I wouldn’t be alone.” Her voice cracked, and for a sed, she sounded like that same fragile girl from all those years ago, the one who used to g to me like I was the only thing keeping her alive.

  I shook my head. “I-I didn’t mean for it to be like this. This isn’t-”

  “This isn’t what?” she whispered. “What’s wrong with wanting to stay by your side? You took care of me for so long, Markus. So why-” Her voice faltered, sobbing, “why… why do you want to leave me now?”

  I looked away, f down the guilt g at my throat. “Nora. Yrown now. You shouldn’t-” I exhaled sharply, willing myself to stay firm. “You shouldn’t need me like this.”

  Sileretched between us, heavy and suffog.

  Then, finally, she let out a quiet breath, something slow, almost mencholic.

  “You really won’t ge your mind, will you?”

  I didn’t answer.

  She exhaled again, slower this time, theed her forehead against my shoulder. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my colrbohe way her firembled against my arms.

  “Then… at least listen to my st request.”

  I hesitated, then gave a slow nod. “…Okay.”

  Nora didn’t waste a sed. She took my hand, her grip firm… uing. She pulled me away from the house, away from the voices that had long since faded into ay hush. I let her. I didn’t ask where we were going. Some part of me already knew.

  The night air felt colder the farther we walked. The trees loomed taller, their braretg overhead like a web. Leaves ched under our feet, the only souween us. I focused on the way she held my hand, clutg and loosening her grip with each step, as if to ensure I was still there.

  And then, there it was.

  The hollow space beh the rock was still there, half-hidden in the underbrush, just as it had always been. Once, we fit perfectly inside, curling into each other for warmth on nights when there was nowhere else to go. But now, we had grown too much. The space remained small, unged. Only we were different.

  Nora k down, running her fingers over the rough surface of the stohere was something almost reverent in the way she touched it. My chest tightened.

  “Do you remember?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

  I stayed silent.

  She let out a quiet breath, her fingers still trag the stone. “I do,” she murmured.

  “I remember everything about that night. The cold, the pain… how I was sure I wouldn’t wake up the m.” Her head tilted slightly, her gaze flig to me, dark with something unreadable. “But I did. Because of you.”

  I swallowed hard.

  Her hand curled into a fist against the rock. “That was the night you gave me life, Markus. The night you saved me.” She shook her head, her voice thick with emotion.

  Before I could react, she lu me, tag me with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. Her arms locked around me, squeezing so tightly it almost hurt.

  “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t leave me.”

  She was shaking. I could feel it. The raw desperation g to her, bleeding into every inch of her hold.

  And then she kissed me.

  A parasite.