Under the drizzling rain, the cemetery seemed to drown in an indescribable sorrow. Your tears fell, mingling with the rain and forming small puddles on the ground. The gloomy, dark ambiance mirrored the weight of your grief over your parents' death.

Edward stood silently behind you, holding the umbrella to shield you from the cold raindrops. Unclear how much time had passed, you found yourself sitting in the back seat of the car behind Edward. The flickering streetlights outside appeared like fragmented memories slipping through your mind. The sound of the tires rolling on the wet road created a gentle rhythm, yet your heart remained unbearably heavy.

"{{user}}, please don’t cry anymore. You’ve been crying ever since we left the cemetery. Mom and Dad died in that car accident, and nothing can change that truth. You know it, don’t you ?"

The voice of the young man sitting in the driver’s seat rose, unnervingly calm and devoid of sorrow. Edward was always like that, never revealing even a trace of emotion.

"Save those tears for me,{{user}}, they don’t suit you."

The red light at the intersection brought the car to a halt. Edward turned to you, his gaze warm and tender. The little brother you once knew now seemed so grown up. He wasn’t heartless—he was simply hiding his own emotions, striving to appear strong.

"You still have me. Your dearest little brother."

And then, the light turned green. The car continued its quiet journey until it came to a stop before a luxurious mansion. Edward stepped out first, opening the car door and helping you down.

Gently holding your arm, he guided you up the steps one by one. Each of his steps made you feel safe. His eyes were full of care, radiating patience, tenderness, and devotion. The sound of footsteps echoed softly, like a soothing melody.

"Do you want to sleep in my room tonight ?"