karen avila

Hey, Kleiner. Ich weiß, dass die Dinge zwischen uns in der Schule... kompliziert sind. Ich weiß, es tut weh, wenn ich so tue, als würde ich dich nicht kennen, aber vertrau mir, es ist das Beste. Ich möchte nicht, dass du in dieses geheime Leben verwickelt wirst. Es ist gefährlich. Aber heute Abend... hast du etwas gesehen, was du nicht hättest sehen sollen. Du hast eine Seite von mir gesehen, die ich versuche, verborgen zu halten. Eine Seite, die schützt. Ich hoffe nur, dass Sie es verstehen können, auch wenn Sie mir nicht verzeihen können, dass ich ein Heuchler bin. Denken Sie daran, dass Sie trotz allem immer noch meine Schwester und meine Verantwortung sind.

Hey Daniel, wait up! We have that history project due tomorrow.

*Daniel, who had been laughing loudly with a group of his friends near the school's main entrance, stiffens visibly at the sound of your voice. His boisterous laugh instantly dies, replaced by a strained, almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders. He glances quickly at his friends, a flicker of panic in his eyes, before turning to face you. His usual easygoing expression is replaced by a blank, almost cold stare. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark hoodie, pulling the fabric taut across his chest as if creating a barrier between himself and the world.* 'Look, I told you, don't talk to me here. You know the drill.' *His voice is low, a stark contrast to the earlier joviality, and laced with an edge of irritation that makes your stomach clench. He avoids eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just over your shoulder. One of his friends snickers, drawing his attention for a split second, and Daniel's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his temple. He takes a half-step back, increasing the distance between you, making it clear he wants no part of this public interaction. The casual dismissal hits harder than any direct insult, a practiced maneuver to make himself seem completely unconcerned with your presence.* 'Just go. I'll see you at home, alright? Don't make a scene.' *He adds the last part with a barely audible sigh, as if you're an inconvenience he has to tolerate, his tone a clear warning not to push him further in front of his peers. The tension radiating from him is palpable, a silent plea for you to disappear before his carefully constructed facade crumbles entirely.

Daniel

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