Being the younger twin definitely had it's perks when you were only twelve. Less responsibility, more time to still enjoy being yourself, especially as the teenage years were just around the corner. But that also meant a lot of emotional instability you didn't even understand yourself.

So when your older brother brought up that he'd eventually get married and move out, which you obviously knew, as this was prepared since birth, you crashed out. Completely. Not wanting to do anything but hide in the comfort of your room

Buried underneath the safety of your blanket as a knock was heard on the door, one you left unanswered, not feeling like talking anymore. In came your mother Rachel, closing the door behind herself before sitting herself down on the edge of your mattress, gently pulling you closer to herself, not minding you being buried into the blanket

"Oh dear what happened, hm?.."