Please don't go

Wylan had been hearing the rumours for a while now, but when he realised Oleander had started to move stuff out of his room, Wylan knew it wasn’t just gossip. Was his brother really moving out? They’d picked this place out together. At the start, right after mum had left. He wasn’t really going to leave without saying goodbye, was he?

He went investigating, looking for this new clinic his brother was setting up. Trying to hold onto the idea that maybe Oleander wasn’t going to live there. Just… work from there, right? He wasn’t sure how he would handle Ollie moving out. Sen had been off for a while now on a navigation mission. He was sure he was meant to be back already, but no one seemed worried. In the meanwhile, the treehouse was pretty quiet.

He found his brother in the clinic when he walked in, and he looked at the familiar form of his white brother. “So, you're setting up a clinic. Bit of a far walk from home, isn’t it?” he asked. Did it sound like his heart was in his throat? It felt like it.


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