Retire to his bedroom

To jump back into this kind of livelihood after so many years was more than what Chris could handle. So, after gathering what items he had to his name left, he ventured upstairs. He didn’t know how his sisters decorated his room, but he prayed to God they didn't do anything weird. Once he was on the second story, Chris noticed the doors had the names of who occupied them: Hannah's written in cursive, Gwen and Tayor's names on the same door with what looked like they were drawn on with crayon, and finally was a door with his name in Times New Roman font. At least that was a good sign.

Taking a deep breath, Chris opened the door and looked in to see his bedroom looked...

Normal. Inside was a normal king-sized bed against a light beige painted wall with a wall mounted TV and a dresser across from it. On the other side of the room was a window that showed the backyard, along with a setting sun. Chris didn't know what to think, of course his sisters wouldn't **** him while he was in a low point, they weren't that mean. Still, this was his life now, and at some point, he'll have to get used to it.

"Hope you like it!" Chris turned to see Taylor standing in the doorway, wearing just a bra and a freshly changed diaper. The twins were like two sides of the same coin. Gwen was always the loud tomboy while Taylor was the quiet shy type. Though, while growing up, it was Taylor who acted like a baby sister to Chris and looked up to him. The two were so close that there were times she would sneak into his room when she was had a nightmare or Gwen was being a brat and wanted Chris to comfort her. And, honestly, Chris enjoyed every minute of it. It was sort of therapeutic, like he was being the big brother he should be in protecting his little sis. But as they became adults, the two became less and less close. And in the back of his mind, he really missed those days.

"I... I'm glad you're living with us," Taylor said in a cute sheepish way, "we've missed you." She tried to look at him but was too embarrassed to look at him in the face. At some point, whether it was impulse or instinct, Chris closed the gap between him and Taylor, wrapping her in a hug, just like back then when she was upset. Stunned at first, Taylor recovered and buried her face into her sibling's chest, tears that she never knew she was hold back started to flow. At that moment, for the first time since his breakup, Chris felt happy.