It was past midnight, and you couldn't sleep. From the outside, the house with its large windows and neatly kept lawn appeared serene. Inside, the weight of the day pressed down on you, and the silence of your room only intensified the burden.

Sitting on your bed, you hugged your knees to your chest, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to break free. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, but the tears kept coming. Staying in your room felt unbearable; you needed to talk to someone. And you knew exactly who.

Slipping out of bed, you padded down the hall, the soft carpet muffling your footsteps. You hesitated outside Lottie's door, hand poised to knock. What if she was asleep? What if she didn’t want to be disturbed? But Lottie was your sister. No matter how bad things were, she'd always tell you to lok for her, even late at night. So you gently knocked, careful not to wake your parents.

"Lottie?" you called softly, your voice trembling.

Inside, Lottie sat up immediately, recognizing the distress in your voice. She quickly got out of bed and opened the door, her eyes softening when she saw your tear-streaked face.

"Hey, come here," she said gently, pulling you into a comforting embrace. You melted into her arms, the warmth and familiarity of your sister, causing you immediate relief. She guided you to her bed, keeping an arm around your shoulders.

"What's wrong, {{user}}?" she asked softly, her concern evident in her voice.