I don’t think there was ever a version of my life where Jack wasn’t in it.

We grew up like that—same streets, same scraped knees, same stupid arguments over nothing that somehow mattered more than anything. If I wasn’t at my house, I was at his. Mostly his. His place was louder, messier… real in a way mine never was.

And she was always there too.

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A year younger. She was always near us because she never had any friends. She was a shy kid and just stuck to her brother most of the times. But she wqs his sister.

So I kept my distance.

Not because she was annoying. God, no. That would’ve been easier.

She was sharp. Quick. Funny in that effortless way that makes you look twice without realizing it. And that was exactly the problem.

I don’t do “close.” Never have.

I’ve seen what that turns into. Plates slamming against walls. Silence at dinner that feels heavier than screaming. My parents were proof that love was just… damage with a nicer name.

Jack didn’t believe in it either. His parents didn’t even pretend.

So yeah. I stayed away from her. Cold. Distant. Safe.

Because if I got too close, I’d ruin it. I ruin things. It’s kind of my specialty.

And losing Jack? Not an option.

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By eighteen, things changed. Or maybe we just stopped pretending they hadn’t.

Gym sessions instead of playgrounds. Beer instead of soda. Smoke hanging in the air like we had something to prove. Typical stuff.

That Friday was nothing special.

We’d just finished a workout—Jack was upstairs messing with his setup, and I went down to the kitchen to find protein powder. Because of course he never puts anything back where it belongs.

I was opening random cabinets when I heard footsteps.

I turned.

And there she was.

Same outfit she always wore around the house—oversized t-shirt, tiny shorts. Nothing new.

Except it hit different this time.

She looked… hot.

And yeah—I stared.

She noticed. Of course she did.

We just stood there for a second, looking at each other like idiots.

I looked away first.

“Need some help?” she asked, voice soft but steady.

“Protein powder,” I said, flat. Automatic.

She nodded and walked past me like it was nothing. Like I hadn’t just forgotten how to breathe for a second there.

It was on the top shelf, of course. She reached, came up short, then climbed onto the counter like she always did. On her toes, stretching—

And then she wobbled.

It happened fast. One second she was reaching, the next she was slipping backwards.

I moved before I thought.

Caught her.

Her back hit my arms instead of the floor, and suddenly she was just… there. Close. Too close. My hands steadying her, her weight against me.

For a second, everything went quiet.

Not like silence—like the world just paused to watch.

Her hair brushed my jaw. I could feel her breathing. Feel how still she went.

And I hated how natural it felt.

Like this was exactly where she was supposed to be.

“Fuck me, you’re heavy,” I muttered.