Aurelia grew up without much love from her mother, and she never thought her real dad would ever come into her life. But then, he did. Now, she wonders if it's too late for him to rescue her from the darkness her parents left her in, or if there's s...
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I decided to pair up with Aurelia because, after today's conversation, I just wanted everyone to back off and stop breathing down my neck. The constant pressure, the way they all kept watching me, waiting for some kind of breakthrough—like I was supposed to suddenly feel something just because she's here now. It was exhausting. If playing nice with her would be enough to make them stop, then fine. I could manage that.
But if someone asked me if I was happy about it, the answer would be no.
Not even close.
I don't know what it is about her that gets under my skin so fast. Maybe it's the way she looks at me—like she's trying to understand me. Like I'm some missing puzzle piece she's been searching for. Or maybe it's the way everyone else expects me to just accept her, to pick up where we left off when we were practically strangers to begin with.
Seventeen years. That's how long it's been.
I don't remember her the way she remembers me. To me, she's a shadow of a life I barely recall, a name I used to hear but never really knew. Now she's here, living under the same roof, carrying the same last name, and I'm supposed to just... what? Be her big brother? Act like I feel something other than the weight of expectations pressing down on me?
It's been a month, and I still don't know what to do with her.
I can already hear them now. Give it time. She's your sister. You'll regret it if you push her away.
But I don't know how to let her in. And honestly? I don't think I want to.
Frustration coils tight in my chest, a restless, suffocating energy that I can't shake. My fists clench at my sides, my jaw locked so tight it's starting to ache. I need to hit something, to feel the sharp relief of impact, the sting of my knuckles meeting resistance.
I need a fight tonight.
Not just to burn off this energy, but because if I don't find an outlet soon, I might just explode.
And I don't think anyone is ready for that.
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