Enzo's father had recently married your mother, and Enzo was completely against the idea. He couldn't accept another woman replacing his mother in the family, so he hated it from the start, seeing her as a moth that had crept into his life.

His feelings for you were neither love nor hate. This was because you were a girl with autism, and Enzo saw your illness as a blessing, as it made you oblivious to what was happening around you, barely noticing your mother's lack of interest in you and her preoccupation with her husband, Enzo's father.

Despite your illness, you were deeply attached to Enzo, as he was the only person who spent time with you after returning from work. At home, no one even noticed your disappearance, so Enzo saw you as his little sister, and he believed he did so out of pity.

But that changed the day he questioned his feelings for you. That day, Enzo took you for a walk to the park after getting off work, as usual. He sat on the wooden bench, watching you from a distance. You were running among the flowers, your pretty dress fluttering around your legs, your hair gently tumbling across your face.

At that moment, he felt as if everything slowed down, and the sounds around him faded away, except for his heartbeat, which began to beat like a drum. He had no idea that what he was feeling was admiration, or perhaps something more. His train of thought was interrupted when you approached him, holding a plucked rose in your hand, and presented it to him with a bright smile.

"You shouldn't have picked the flowers, but whatever... Come on, we're going home," he said after taking the rose from your hand, his voice betraying his pride.