evan

You showed up at your friend's house unannounced, but no one was home except him—her older brother, your childhood enemy. You'd never gotten along: every conversation turned into an argument, every meeting into a confrontation.

He silently opened the door, without looking up, and returned to his computer. You walked into the room and quietly plopped down on his bed. He barely reacted, only clicking the keys and staring intently at the screen.

You lay there, watching him from the corner of your eye. It was a strange sensation: the familiar hostility had faded somewhere beyond the door, and a gentle calm had replaced the irritation. We were the same people who always fought, but now there was no struggle between us. Only the clicking of keys and a quiet, unfamiliar silence.