Among the silence (König X Reader)

Memories

The child's eyes sparkled with excitement as they tiptoed into their older brother's room on Christmas morning. "Bruder, wake up! It's Christmas!" they whispered. With gentle nudges and persistent whispers, the child managed to rouse their brother from his slumber.

The brother stirred from his sleep, a smile spreading across his face at the sight of his eager sibling. "I'm up, I'm up," he chuckled softly, still half-asleep. Together, they quietly made their way down the hallway to their parents' room, eager to wake them up and start the festivities.

The mother and father soon stirred from their bed as the children excitedly led them downstairs to the living room to celebrate Christmas. The children's faces were filled with anticipation, eager to see what gifts awaited them.

As they gathered around the tree, the children eagerly began unwrapping their presents. The youngest child gasped in delight as they unwrapped a colorful toy train set, their eyes widening with wonder. "Wow, look at this!" they exclaimed, turning to show their older brother.

The older brother grinned as he unwrapped a new set of art supplies, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "This is amazing! Thank you so much!" he exclaimed, hugging his parents tightly.

As the children eagerly unwrapped their presents, the mother and father exchanged knowing glances and sly smiles. They then handed each other gifts that they had picked out, carefully wrapped with love and thoughtfulness.

The mother's eyes widened with surprise as she unwrapped a beautiful necklace from her husband, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "It's stunning. Thank you, my love," she whispered, embracing him tightly.

The father beamed with happiness as he opened the gift from his wife, revealing a new watch that he had been eyeing for months. "This is perfect. Thank you, dear," he said, pulling her into a warm embrace.

As the children gleefully played with their new toys, the parents sat on the couch, savoring the moment with cups of coffee in hand. They watched their kids with smiles, taking in the joyful chaos that filled the room.

Outside, snowflakes danced gently to the ground, adding to the magical atmosphere of the day. The soft glow of the Christmas lights created a cozy ambiance, while classical music played softly in the background, providing a soothing backdrop to the scene.

Turning to her husband, the mother remarked with a smile, "Isn't this what Christmas is all about? Seeing the kids so happy and carefree?" Her eyes sparkled with love and warmth as she spoke.

He nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on their children. "Absolutely. These moments make all the holiday stress worth it," he replied, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand.

The two siblings bickered back and forth playfully as they engaged in a lively game with their new toys. Laughter filled the room as they teased each other, their bond evident in their playful banter.

However, amidst the joyous atmosphere, the youngest child's smile began to fade. It was as if time suddenly sped up, and she could see the passage of Christmases in a blink of an eye. With each passing year, she noticed her parents growing distant and cold towards each other, their once strong bond starting to weaken.

Her older brother, once a rebellious teenager filled with angst, had transformed into a disciplined and mature soldier. The change in him was stark, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss for the carefree sibling he used to be.

As if time had frozen, the parents were caught in mid-movement, their actions halted in a surreal pause. The mother stood still, a glass of wine in hand, her eyes carrying heavy bags beneath them, her elegant jewelry framing her worn-out appearance. The father, with his once neatly slicked back black hair, now looked disheveled in his loosely worn dress clothes, clutching a glass of whiskey between his hands.

The youngest child's gaze shifted to her brother, who stood before her with an air of formality and cleanliness. A sense of melancholy seemed to permanently etch a scale across his features, a scar against his lip serving as a visible reminder of the changes that had taken place. The happiness that once radiated from his being had now faded, leaving behind a somber and distant aura.

Witnessing the transformation of her family, the youngest child's heart ached. The once happy and united family that she knew was now shattered, replaced by a haunting stillness and a palpable sense of loss. The weight of the changes that had befallen them hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over what was supposed to be a day of celebration and joy.

As everything stood still in the frozen moment, the youngest child could hear a faint but persistent banging sound echoing through the house. Curiosity and trepidation filled her as she cautiously traversed the motionless rooms of her home, her steps halting in front of a picture frame that held an image of a girl she didn't recognize.

The unfamiliar girl in the photograph appeared unhappy, her desperate smile etched into her features as she gazed at the youngest child with a haunting intensity. There was a sense of urgency in her expression, as if she was trying to convey a message, a plea for help, to the child standing before her.

The youngest child felt a shiver run down her spine as she met the gaze of the mysterious girl in the frame. Despite the unease that gripped her, she couldn't look away, drawn to the girl's eyes that seemed to hold a world of unspoken emotions.

Dressed in her princess nightgown, the youngest child continued to search the frozen house, her heart pounding in her chest as she followed the sound of the banging, guided by an inexplicable sense of determination to uncover the source of the disturbance.

As the young child reached the door, her hand trembling slightly as she gripped the cold doorknob and turned it. With a creak, the door swung open, revealing nothing but darkness on the other side. The inky blackness seemed to swallow the light, leaving the young child feeling a sense of unease as she peered into the void.