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chapter 2

Last chapter ending:

With a heavy sigh, I pushed my plate aside and stood up. The kitchen felt too small now; I needed air. I stepped outside onto the porch, wrapping my arms around myself against the chill. The night sky was vast above me, stars twinkling like distant promises of something better.

As I looked out into the darkness, a part of me longed to join him, to escape this suffocating reality for just a moment. Maybe it was time to confront him when he returned... if he returned

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The hours crawled by, and the house felt heavy with stillness. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening for the sound of his return. Each creak of the floorboards outside my door sent a jolt through me, but I remained still, wrapped in the cocoon of my blankets. I didn't want to deal with him... not tonight.

Finally, I heard the key turning in the lock, followed by the soft thud of his footsteps as he stumbled through the door. The faint scent of alcohol wafted into the room before he even reached me. It wrapped around me like a fog, thick and suffocating.

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, feigning sleep. I could hear him mumbling to himself, words slurring together as he navigated through the darkened living room. My heart raced as he drew closer to the bedroom, and I held my breath, hoping he wouldn't notice me.

He paused at the doorway for a moment, and I could almost feel his eyes searching for me in the dim light. The silence stretched out like a taut wire, and I fought against the urge to flinch or move.

Finally, he stepped inside and moved toward the bed. The mattress shifted slightly as he sat down on the edge, and I could hear him take a deep breath, as if gathering himself before speaking.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice rough around the edges. "You awake?"

I didn't respond, keeping my breathing even and steady. A part of me felt guilty for pretending to be asleep, he was still my partner beneath all this chaos, but tonight felt different. I didn't want to engage with him when he was like this, it was too painful.

After a moment of silence, he sighed heavily. The weight of his disappointment hung thick in the air between us. I could almost picture him running a hand through his hair in frustration, it was a familiar gesture that had become all too common lately.

"I guess you're really out," he muttered more to himself than to me. He leaned back against the wall, and I could hear him take another deep breath as if trying to shake off whatever demons haunted him that night.

I wanted to reach out.. to comfort him or push him away, but instead, I remained silent under my blanket. The stillness enveloped us both; it was easier this way.

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity had passed, I heard him stand up again. He shuffled around the room quietly before heading toward the bathroom down the hall. The sound of running water echoed faintly through our home a reminder of how far apart we had drifted.

As I lay there in darkness, pretending to be asleep while my heart ached with unspoken words, I couldn't help but wonder how many more nights like this we would endure before one of us finally broke.

The door creaked open again, and I felt the bed shift as he climbed in beside me. His presence was heavy, a mix of warmth and tension. I kept my eyes shut tight, pretending to be lost in dreams, but my mind was racing in a different direction entirely.

Thoughts of my brother taehyung flooded my mind, memories I had buried deep. He had left when I was just fifteen, packed his bags one night and walked out the door without looking back. I remembered the way he said goodbye, his voice tinged with regret but resolute. I had felt abandoned then, just as I felt now.

As he settled next to me, the faint scent of alcohol still clinging to him, I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. My heart ached with the weight of unprocessed emotions. My brother had been my protector, my confidant. When he left, a piece of me went with him.

I turned slightly on my side, facing away from him, and let the memories wash over me, his laughter, our late-night talks about dreams and adventures that seemed so far away now. The world felt so big back then, full of possibilities. Now it felt suffocating.

Suddenly, an idea sparked within me like a flame igniting dry brush. What if I left? What if I took control of my life for once? The thought sent shivers down my spine, a mix of fear and exhilaration.

I could slip out unnoticed while he slept off. And I could reclaim that sense of freedom I once had before everything spiraled out of control.

I lay there for a moment longer, listening to his steady breathing beside me, a reminder of what I was leaving behind but also what had become too familiar. The clock ticked softly in the background, each second pushing me closer to a decision.

With determination rising within me, I slowly slid out from under the covers, careful not to wake him. The chill of the floor sent a jolt through my body as I stood up quietly and glanced back at him one last time. His face was relaxed in sleep, oblivious to my internal struggle.

In that moment, I knew I had to do this for myself, not just for the girl who lost her brother but for the woman who needed to find her own path again.

I moved toward the door with purpose, heart pounding in my chest as I reached for the handle. A mixture of fear and excitement coursed through me as I got out of the bedroom

Cause I'm getting the fuck out of here tonight
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This was chapter two, I hope you liked it cuties

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