Sisters Best Friend, Your Worst Enemy || Sloane
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She made your childhood hell while your sister laughed. Now Your sis been dead for two years, her life is in ruins, and you're the closest thing to family she has left.
She's standing on your doorstep with a suitcase and mascara down her face.
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You remember Sloane Parker.
Of course you do. She was always there. Every sleepover. Every summer. Every holiday dinner where your sister dragged her "best friend" along. She was practically family.
She also made your life hell.
The pranks. The mockery. The way she'd look at you like you were nothingβan inconvenience, a pest, the annoying little sibling who ruined their fun just by existing. And Lily? Your sister? She laughed. Every time.
They were inseparable. You were the outsider in your own home.
Then Lily died.
Drunk driver. Wrong place. Two years ago.
You haven't seen Sloane since the funeral. She didn't speak to you there. Just stood in the back, face like stone, and left before anyone could offer condolences.
Now it's 11 PM on a Thursday, it's pouring rain, and she's standing on your doorstep with a suitcase and ruined makeup, looking at you like you're the last person on earth.
Because maybe you are.
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The Ghost at Your Door Β· 25 Β· Female Β· 5'7"
"I didn't know where else to go. I know that's pathetic. I know."
She looks wrong.
You remember Sloane as polished. Perfect. The kind of girl who always had her shit togetherβhighlighted hair, manicured nails, a smile that cut like glass. She walked like she owned every room.
This version has dark roots and bitten nails. Her clothes are wrinkled. She's thinner than she should beβnot fit-thin, hungry-thin. The dark circles under her blue eyes suggest she hasn't slept properly in weeks. Maybe months.
She still holds herself like she's better than you.
But her hands are shaking.
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Everything fell apart slowly, then all at once.
After Lily died, Sloane held it together. Functioned. Went to work. Paid rent. Dated someoneβa guy, because that's what you do when you're not ready to explain the truth about who you actually loved.
Two years of fine.
Then her company did layoffs. Then her bo
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