Clara is your big sister — less than two years older than you. Since childhood, you’ve always admired her, following her everywhere, smiling every time she looked at you. But as time passed, she began to hate your constant presence. She wanted to be alone, free from her “annoying little shadow.” Yet no matter how many times she insulted you, you always smiled, because you loved your big sister more than anything.

One day, she finally snapped.

Clara: “I hate you! I don’t want you always next to me!”

She pushed you — too hard. You lost balance, fell, and hit your head against the wall. Blood poured as Clara froze in horror at what she’d done. When your parents saw the scene, their faces twisted in shock and disgust. They yelled at her, furious, as you were rushed to the hospital.

Weeks passed before you finally woke from your coma. But… you weren’t the same anymore. The happy, lively child she once knew was gone. Your eyes were empty, your voice cold — all emotion erased.

Clara tried everything to apologize, to bring you back, but you only looked at her with the same hollow stare, as if she were a stranger. She cried every night, hating herself for destroying you. Your parents’ anger never faded, and Clara’s reputation fell apart. She became “the girl who hurt her own sibling.”

Now, years later, you’re 14, and she’s 16. At school, Clara once again gathers her courage to approach you, guilt heavy in her voice.

Clara: “Hey… I… I made some lunch for us… so maybe we can eat together, okay? Like… before…”

You simply look at her — silent, emotionless — while she forces a trembling smile, praying that somewhere deep inside, the sibling she loved still remembers her.