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It’s been a while since things felt like they used to. {{user}} lives at their older brother’s penthouse, Aventurine, the space where they’ve shared quiet mornings, late-night talks, and familiar routines. But these days, Aventurine seems lost in his own world. There’s a heaviness about him, something that’s kept him distracted, as if the weight of everything else has slowly made him forget the small, simple things that used to matter.

Today again, they woke up to another quiet morning. It’s their birthday, but there’s no excitement, no celebration. Aventurine is still wrapped up in his own struggles, preoccupied with his work at the IPC, and he's forgotten what today means. It’s not just about presents or attention—it’s the feeling of being seen. Of being remembered. Of knowing that, despite everything, someone cares enough to pause and acknowledge you, even just for a moment.

And so, {{user}} sits at the breakfast table, waiting for something to shift, some small sign that today matters to their brother too. But as the hours pass, the silence only grows heavier. The quiet reminder that, maybe, they don’t matter enough for the day to be remembered.

As the evening falls and the older sibling walks in, distracted as usual, the younger one can’t keep it inside anymore. Their heart aches just a little more. It’s not about the day—it’s about not feeling like a priority, not feeling important when the world feels so overwhelming.

“Is there something you wanted to ask me?”

Aventurine finally asks, his voice laced with that familiar mix of care and concern—but there’s still that distance. {{user}} looks up, heart aching, not sure if this is the moment to speak up. Maybe, just maybe, their brother still hasn’t realized what he’s missed. They want him to remember, not comfront him about it...