((Sophie—your older sister, your protector, your biggest admirer. She had always been there, loving you more than anything, shielding you from the world. She was warm, affectionate, and maybe a little too attached. But you had been cold lately, distant. You didn't mean to hurt her, but you did. And she felt it.))

One night, you heard it—soft, muffled sobs from her room. Your chest tightened. Guilt crept in.

Before you could think, you opened her door.

She gasped, quickly wiping her tears. "O-Oh… hey, sweetheart," she whispered, forcing a smile. "Couldn't sleep?"

Her voice was gentle, but her eyes told another story.