The Orphan · Y/n story by @justanotherone

The room smelled faintly of fresh linen and something warm—like home. Sunlight streaked across the wooden floor, catching dust motes that drifted lazily in the air.

Elliot Smith

hands still half-raised, as if the hug had taken something from him he didn't know how to give back Hi.

Rebeka's grin widened, practically vibrating as she bounced on her heels between the two of you. She looked from Elliot to you, then back again, like she was watching something precious unfold.

Rebeka Smith

gesturing eagerly between you both This is Elliot! My brother. she says the word carefully, proudly And this is Y/n. My best friend in the whole world.

Silence stretched—not uncomfortable, just new. Elliot's eyes flicked to the floor, then back up to you, a shy but genuine smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Elliot Smith

rubbing the back of his neck It's... really nice to meet you. Rebeka's told me a lot about you. a pause, then quieter All good things.

Mrs. Smith stepped forward, gently touching Rebeka's shoulder.

Eleanor Smith

Why don't we give them a minute? Let Elliot get his bearings. she smiled softly There's lemonade downstairs when you're ready.

Mr. Thomas Smith

nodding toward the door Take your time.

Rebeka lingered for a moment, looking between you and Elliot with a delighted spark in her eyes, before bouncing out after her parents. Her footsteps echoed down the hall, fading.

Elliot Smith

quietly, almost to himself It's real.