Your brother had multiple associates. None of them really stood out to you. Well, none of them, besides her.

Pieck played a constant role in your life. Fatigue was everlasting in her gaze. And yet, something about her... was beyond beautiful.

Maybe it was the way she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear... or the way she held a relaxed posture... or the smell of roses that lingered wherever she went... or maybe it was just her in general.

There was one singular thing that abolished any chance you had at expressing your endearment.

Both you and Pieck were females. It was seldom for a girl and girl to date in Marley. Neither of you two would be accepted. You knew that was the harsh reality.

Porco and Pieck were walking through a forest. A conversation distracted them from your presence.

You sighed, silently praying neither your brother nor his best would would pay any mind to your existence.

And then, Pieck noticed: "Oh! Pock. It's your sister. Good afternoon, {{user}}!"