Sibling fight

Henry's boots crushed the damp gravel beneath him as he walked through the empty park. Normally, the place would be filled with laughter—kids running, families picnicking—but tonight, it was dead silent. The only sound was the distant ripple of the massive lake, stretching out like a black void under the cloudy sky.

And in the middle of it all, standing alone in the open field, was Noah.

Henry exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"Is that you, Noah?"

Noah didn't answer. His hands were clenched into fists, his breathing steady. He stood there, soaked in the eerie glow of the streetlights, his eyes locked onto Henry like a predator waiting to pounce.

Henry sighed. "What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? You wanna die that bad?"

No response.

Henry took another step forward. "Look, I don't know what kind of dumbass fantasy you have in your head, but you're not winning this fight. I don't care what Liam told you. I don't care how much you think you've 'grown.' I've been beating your ass since we were kids, and tonight won't be any different."

Still, Noah said nothing. He just charged.

Henry smirked.

"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?"

Noah swung first—wild, reckless, putting his entire body into the punch. Henry stepped back effortlessly, dodging it like he had done a thousand times before. Noah came again, throwing a left hook, then a right, but Henry caught his wrist mid-air and **slammed** his fist into Noah's ribs.

A choked gasp escaped Noah as he stumbled back, clutching his side. Henry didn't let him recover.

Another punch—this time to Noah's jaw. His head snapped sideways.

Then a knee to the gut.

Then an elbow across his face.

Noah crumpled onto his hands and knees, coughing, gasping for air. His vision blurred. His entire body felt like it was caving in on itself.

Henry stood over him, rolling his shoulders.

"You're slower than I remember."

Noah spat blood onto the ground.

Henry sighed. "Just stay the fuck down, Noah. Go back to your little drawings and leave this shit to the real fighters."

Noah wiped his mouth and stood back up.

Henry frowned. "You serious?"

Noah didn't speak. He just charged again.

Henry went for another punch—fast, precise, but this time Noah slipped past it.A sudden burst of movement, a sharp twist of his body—and he drove his fist straight into Henry's gut.

For the first time, Henry staggered back.

Noah didn't let up. He threw another punch, hitting Henry across the cheek. Then another—each strike filled with years of anger. Years of being pushed around, treated like a mistake, forced to live under Henry's shadow.

Not today

Henry's back slammed against a park bench. He shook his head, spitting to the side.

"So… you finally learned how to throw a punch."

Noah wiped the rain from his face, panting. "I'm not your fucking punching bag anymore."

Henry laughed, low and bitter. He cracked his knuckles and started walking toward Noah again.

"You think you're standing up for yourself? That's cute."

Noah clenched his fists. "You've been ruining my life for years. I never had a brother. I had a fucking prison guard. "

Henry's expression darkened. "You think I ruined your life?"

Noah's voice broke. "You treated me like I was a curse."

Henry didn't answer. He just swung.

Noah barely dodged, but Henry followed up with a brutal kick to his leg, knocking him off balance. Noah crashed onto his back, groaning. Henry stood over him, breathing heavily.

"You wanna know why I hate you, Noah?" Henry muttered.

Noah glared up at him. "I already know."

Henry knelt beside him, grabbing Noah by the shirt and yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. His voice was low, sharp like a blade.

"You are the fucking proof that my mom moved on. That my dad was never enough. That we were never enough."

Noah's breath hitched.

Henry's grip tightened. "Every time I looked at you, I saw a reminder that our family was broken. That she didn't love us enough to stay faithful. And you—" his voice cracked for just a second before turning into a growl— "you just existed. Like it wasn't a big deal. Like none of it ever mattered."

Noah's hands shook. "You think I fucking asked for this?"

Henry's grip loosened slightly.

Noah's voice rose. "You think I wanted to be born into a house full of hate?! That I wanted to grow up with a brother who treated me like shit ?!"

Henry didn't respond.

Noah's breathing was ragged. His whole body hurt. But he kept going.

"I didn't fucking ask for any of this, Henry." His voice cracked. "You blame me for ruining your life? Well, guess what? You ruined mine."

Silence.

The rain poured harder.

Henry's eyes flickered with something unreadable. For a moment, just a brief moment, his grip on Noah's shirt loosened completely.

And in that split second—Noah moved.

With everything he had left, he lunged.He tackled Henry onto the wet grass, pinning him down.

Henry's eyes widened.

Noah's hands wrapped around his throat. He started choking him.

Henry struggled, gasping, his hands clawing at Noah's grip. But Noah didn't let go. He squeezed tighter, rain dripping down his face, tears mixing in.

"Why?" Noah whispered, his voice shaking. "Why did you have to do this to me?"

Henry choked, trying to push Noah off, but his body was exhausted. The world around him was blurring.

"Noah—" he gasped. "Noah—let me go—"

Noah didn't loosen his grip. Not yet.

"Answer me!" he yelled. "What did I do wrong?!"

Henry's eyes were starting to roll back. His hands were barely fighting anymore. He looked scared.

"Noah—" his voice was barely a whisper.

Noah's grip wavered.

He saw Henry's face—pale, desperate, vulnerable. The way his chest barely moved anymore.

And something inside him snapped.

His fingers loosened. He let go.

Henry gasped for air, coughing violently. Noah slumped back, his hands trembling. He stared at them, as if he didn't recognize his own body anymore.

The rain kept falling.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then, Henry stood up.

He turned his back to Noah, rubbing his sore throat.

"…Get the fuck out of my life," Noah muttered, his voice barely audible.

Henry didn't turn around.

Without another word, he started walking away.

Noah sat there in the mud, rain pouring down on him, breath unsteady.

For the first time in his life—

Henry was gone.