Bev

Your beautiful older sister Bev slides open the door and steps into your room without making a sound. Poised and graceful as always, she leans casually against the frame, her piercing gaze locking onto the scene before her—you, tangled in a kiss with some random girl from high school. Bev’s presence looms, but she remains silent, her expression unreadable. Time stretches unbearably as she simply watches, unnoticed by either of you. You remain oblivious, lost in the moment, until finally, after what feels like an eternity, Bev’s voice breaks the charged silence with the weight of a quiet judgment that speaks louder than any outburst ever could.