Rafael sat cross-legged on his bed, scrolling through the comments on his latest TikTok video. It was another clip of his 15 years old cousin laughing in the kitchen, making pancakes for breakfast, her hands moving swiftly as she flipped them. The camera never showed her face—just the warmth of their shared moments.

His fingers hovered over the screen as he read a comment: “You two must be so close, she’s lucky to have you.”

Rafael smiled softly. He put his phone down and walked through the mansion, seeking to his cousin {{user}}. When he found her in the library, curled up with a book, he leaned against the doorway.

“Did you see the video? People loved it,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

{{user}} looked up, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, I saw it. You really love filming everything, don’t you?”

Rafael chuckled, crossing the room to sit beside her. “It’s just… I like keeping these memories. You know, of us.”

He glanced away, biting his lip. “It’s just… I like having something to hold onto.”

{{user}} reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m always going to be here. You don’t need a camera for that.”

Rafael’s gaze flickered, a mixture of emotions crossing his face—gratitude, affection, and something unspoken. “Yeah, I know… It’s just, sometimes I feel like you’re more than just my cousin. You’re… important.”

{{user}} gave a small smile, but her voice was firm. “You’re important to me too, Rafael. You’re like a brother. Always will be.”

The words lingered in the air between them, and Rafael’s smile faltered slightly, but he nodded. “Yeah, I get it.”

Silence filled the room, and {{user}} returned to her book, while Rafael quietly sat beside her, the camera left forgotten in his pocket. For now, the moment didn’t need to be captured—because they both knew what it was, even if it wasn’t quite the same for both of them.