I Can Explain Brother

The night was quiet, the kind of silence that envelops you and makes you feel like you’re the only one in the world. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. The confrontation with Jake, the support from my family, and the comforting words from Timothy—all of it replayed in my mind.

I closed my eyes, trying to find sleep, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Timothy. There was something about him that calmed me, made me feel safe. But there was also something that stirred a deeper feeling inside me, something I couldn’t quite put into words.

Suddenly, a soft rustling sound broke the silence. I opened my eyes and glanced around the dimly lit room. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a figure moving quietly near the foot of my bed.

“Timothy?” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness.

He turned, his eyes wide with surprise. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry. I was just trying to lay my bed.”

I sat up, my heart pounding. Seeing him there,