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I could hear Orion\u2019s voice in my dream. He and Tristan seemed to be having some kind of argument.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But why would they be arguing? And in my dream?\u00a0<\/p>\n
In all the years I\u2019d known them, I\u2019d rarely heard them raise their voices at each other. They disagreed sometimes, sure, but they always\u00a0<\/p>\n
worked things out with quiet conversations and mutual respect.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This sounded different. This sounded angry, hurt, desperate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s my sister! I have a right to know, man!\u201d Orion\u2019s voice was tight with barely controlled emotion, the kind of tone he used when he\u00a0<\/p>\n
was trying very hard not to completely lose his temper.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even though his voice sounded so real, I knew I was dreaming because there was no way he could be here. He\u2019s with Liam and he\u2019d be\u00a0<\/p>\n
there, for at least three more days, until the fever completely broke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, the voices continued. And they were definitely talking about me. My stomach clenched with dread by the thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted to tell you herself,\u201d Tristan said, sounding tired. \u201c\u201cShe didn\u2019t want to disturb you while you were dealing with Liam\u2019s illness.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fuck?\u201d Orion\u2019s voice cracked slightly, and I could hear the pain underneath the anger. \u201cShe\u2019s my responsibility, Tristan. She\u2019s never a disturbance. Never. How could you think I wouldn\u2019t want to know if something was wrong with her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was genuine hurt in his voice now, the kind of deep wound that comes from feeling shut out by the people you love most. I tried to move, to call out to them, to explain that this wasn\u2019t Tristan\u2019s fault, but my body felt like it was made of lead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Orion hardly say the swear word, unless he\u2019s hurt, fraustrated or pissed and right now, I think he\u2019s feeling all three.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear I wanted to tell you when I found out, I wanted\u2026.\u201d Tristan said, and I could picture him running his hands through his hair the way he did when he was frustrated and backed into a corner.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d Orion\u2019s voice was deadly quiet now, which somehow felt more ominous than when he\u2019d been shouting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMan\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t \u2018man\u2018 me right now, Tristan. Don\u2019t make me repeat myself. When did you fucking find out?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The silence that followed was thick with tension. Even in my dream, I knew Tristan was doing that thing where he paced back and forth\u00a0<\/p>\n
when he didn\u2019t want to answer a question.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tried to get to them, to make them stop fighting. But I couldn\u2019t even lift a finger. My body was too heavy, too weak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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What\u2019s going on? I hate hearing them argue.\u00a0<\/p>\n
:\u00a0<\/p>\n
They were both pissed off, I could hear it in both their voices, but they weren\u2019t really angry at each other. They were angry at the situation, at themselves, at whatever had brought them to this point.\u00a0<\/p>\n
46\u00a0<\/p>\n
But that anger had to go somewhere, and it was easier to direct it at each other than to face whatever truth was hanging between them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Orion sounded like his world was falling apart, why Tristan sounded so guilty and defensive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I needed to stop them before they said something they couldn\u2019t take back. I tried getting up again, but it felt futile. My limbs wouldn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
respond to my commands, like they belonged to someone else.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan. Orion\u2019s voice carried a warning now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA\u2026 week ago,\u201d Tristan finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUhhhh,\u201d The sound that escaped Orion was somewhere between a growl and a groan of pain. I\u2019d heard him make that noise maybe three times in my entire life, and it always preceded either violence or a complete emotional breakdown.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I know he would never hurt Tristan, they\u2019re brothers in every way that matters, but the sound still sends chills through me. It reminds me\u00a0<\/p>\n
too much of other angry voices, other moments when I\u2019d been helpless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMan, you\u2019ll wake her up,\u201d Tristan said, his voice gentler now, probably trying to de\u2013escalate before things got completely out of hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wait. Was I dreaming inside my dream? How could they be talking about waking me up if this was all happening in my head?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard the doctor,\u201d Orion replied, and his voice sounded hollow now, defeated in a way that made my heart ache. \u201cShe won\u2019t wake up for the next four hours. She took too many pills, Tristan. She could have died.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The pain in his words hit me like a physical blow, even through the fog.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear, man, I had no idea she\u2019d try to harm herself because of him,\u201d Tristan said, and the guilt in his voice was so thick I could almost\u00a0<\/p>\n
taste it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What the hell are they talking about? They think I tried to kill myself. They think I took those pills because I wanted to die, not because I was terrified and panicking and couldn\u2019t find any other way to quiet the voices in my head telling me that Daxon was coming for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wait. Orion\u2019s here? He knows about Daxon? About the drugs I took?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Shit. Shit. Shit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I needed to wake up. I had to explain everything. Tell them I didn\u2019t try to end my life. I\u2019d never do that. I just\u2026 wanted the pain to stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have told me, mate,\u201d Orion said, and the pain in his voice was almost unbearable. \u201cShould have called me the moment you\u00a0<\/p>\n
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shed bees through.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I know I should have, and I\u2019m sorry, Tristan replied, and I could hear him struggling to keep his voice steady.\u00a0<\/p>\n
220\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why is it that you never talk to me anymore? Orion asked, and there was something else in his voice now, something that went deeper\u00a0<\/p>\n
than just this argument about me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOrion.\u201d 1 could hear the warning in Tristan\u2019s voice, like he knew exactly where this conversation was heading and desperately didn\u2019t want\u00a0<\/p>\n
to go there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019m serious, Tristan. The both of you are exactly the same. You Always shut me out when you\u2019re in pain, both of you. Why? What did I do\u00a0<\/p>\n
to make you both feel like you can\u2019t trust me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The accusation hung in the air between them, and I realized this wasn\u2019t just about me anymore. This was about years of hurt and misunderstanding, about the way grief and responsibility had driven wedges between people who used to tell each other everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOrion,\u201d Tristan warned, his voice changing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019m serious. You both shut me out. All the damn time. Why?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now,\u201d Tristan said firmly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf not now, then when?\u201d Orion\u2019s voice was rising again, but it was desperate now rather than angry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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