Oppressus

Emerging from the shower, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, a stranger gazing back at her. "Ayzal?" she whispered, her voice trembling, a mere echo in the stillness. "My childhood memories paint a different picture. No older brother, no loving family. Who is he then?"
Her reflection remained impassive, a silent witness to her growing despair. Tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks, a silent, relentless torrent. "Better to remain a ghost," she whispered, her voice hollow, devoid of hope. Desperate to quell the rising tide of despair, she roughly wiped away the tears. "Nothing happened," she muttered, her voice trembling, a brittle laugh escaping her lips, a jarring sound in the suffocating silence. "What does any of this have to do with me? Let me drift, unseen, unnoticed. Let the current carry me away."
Suddenly, her brother's voice cut through the haze. "Ayzal! Come, let's eat. Dinner is ready."
"Yes...coming," she replied, her voice a confused whisper, a single word lost in the echoing silence of her own doubts."