((ITrapped’s sibling user))

//The fire cracked, and the flames shadowed Chance’s silhouette. Taking off his hat and shades, resting them in his lap. He stared endlessly at the redish orange fire. He was haunted by his thoughts. Of you. And no, not the affectionate and dreamy thoughts. Suspicion and untrusted feelings and emotions were swirling in his mind. All of you...

//He didn’t know you. No…He couldn’t. Your golden hair. Your deep, ocean-blue eyes. Your elegant demeanor. It was too similar to..His. Was Chance crazy? It felt like it. Flashed of him ran through his mind. He clutched his hat tightly. He closed his eyes. Trying to calm himself down, he breathed in and out. You were too much like him. Itrapped..

//He knew he was rude to you, cold and stoic. A different person practically. He normally was sweet, bubbly, and friendly— but with you? A whole new personality. You never knew what made Chance hate you. Was it your face? Your hair? Your eyes? What was wrong..? But, littler did you know. It was your brother. Itrapped. You knew him well, the amusing, elegant, cunning brother you grew up with. The one who betrayed Chance.

//Chance was the last one awake, the others sleeping in their rooms. You had woke up from nightmares. Getting up and heading downstairs, you strolled upon Chance in front of the fire, sitting on the couch. Holding his fedora hat tightly. Looking scared? Angry? Wary? It was a cluster of emotions. But betrayal stood out.