No Longer Craving My Brother’s Love Chapter 2

I didn’t go home to apologize to Luna.

Instead, I opened a bookmarked webpage on my phone and clicked ‘confirm’ on a notification I’d been hesitating over for weeks.

It was the official acceptance of my early admission offer from MIT.

For years, I had lived in fear of outshining Luna. A few years back, I’d accidentally scored a few points higher than her on a test. She came home and fell gravely ill, her bedsheets stained with blood. I spent three days locked in the attic, forced to write a ten-thousand-word apology letter.

Only when I sobbed that I would never dare to steal her spotlight again did Ethan finally open the door.

He sighed, his voice laced with disappointment. "She's your sister, Zoe. Mom and Dad died to save her. You should let her have her moment."

Tears streamed down my face as I nodded.

But I had. I had let her.

If Luna scored a 90, I made damn sure I never got more than an 85.

And still, Ethan’s world revolved entirely around her.

Sometimes I wondered who his real sister was.

But I never dared to ask. I was too afraid of the suffocating darkness of the attic, of the endless, soul-crushing apology letters.

Now, it didn't matter anymore.

I was done with him.

With my early admission secured, my high school classes were just a formality. The acceptance also came with a hefty scholarship.

I collected the money, got permission from my teachers for an extended leave of absence, and bought a train ticket to Colorado.

I had to escape that suffocating house. I had to see the wide-open sky.

If I had no home, then the whole world would be my home.