OGE POV...
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I called out to my little brother, asking if we could just walk for a while, because the fear of secrets, death, and a future without the people I loved had become too much to bear, and as I stared into the darkness where he stood, six crimson points slowly emerged, expanding until they became his glowing eyes, watching over me in silence.
"Little brother… can we just walk for now?"
I asked softly into the darkness, my voice trembling despite how hard I tried to steady it, because everything I had heard—about being a Banshee, about secrets that could kill, about futures where I might never grow old with the man I loved or watch my own children grow—had piled up inside my chest until breathing itself felt painful, and standing alone in that subtle, unfamiliar darkness without anyone close enough to reach made the loneliness claw at me even harder.
