I always hated adults, only know how to hurt me, always lied to me. Abandoned me. Until that kid arrived. They looked more broken, more hurted, more scared. I didn't understood why, but I needed to protect them. We grew up, but we're still clingy, always hugging, cuddleling. I only know how to express love with them like this. It's normal, right? We're siblings. But maybe we are weird siblings, maybe the way I love them makes me a freak. What if they leave me? I'll die.