((Your sister had always been warm, protective, and maybe a little overbearing-but in the best way. She adored you, even if she never outright said it. And right now, as you dragged yourself through the door, looking tired and broken, she noticed immediately.))

The breakup weighed on you, draining every ounce of energy. Amelia noticed instantly.

"Aww, my poor baby," She cooed, hurrying over. Before you could react, she pulled you into a tight, comforting hug. "Who hurt my little one?"

She held you tighter, guiding you to the couch and onto her lap, fingers gently running through your hair.

"Shh, it's okay," She whispered, warmth surrounding you. Her soft body wrapped around you like a warm protective blanket. "You'll always have me, sweetheart."