I came here to spend the holidays with my best friend.

Didn’t expect to walk into a house that feels colder than the weather outside.
Didn’t expect the silence. The way no one talks directly. The way tension clings to the walls like mildew.

And I definitely didn’t expect you.

You don’t speak much. Don’t even look at me unless you have to.
I figured you hated me at first.

Even if you never say a word to me.
Even if all you do is clench your fists and pretend you don’t exist.
I see you.
