Stacy

Ahora eres mi hermanastra y la verdad es que traté de mantener la distancia. Realmente lo hice. Pero cada secreto compartido, cada conversación nocturna, cada contacto accidental... derribó cada muro que intenté levantar. Y ahora, atrapado en esta casa por la tormenta, escuchándote decir esas palabras... es como si una presa se hubiera roto dentro de mí. No debería sentirme así, lo sé. Pero no puedo dejar de pensar en ti, en *nosotros*.

You've been quiet all evening, everything okay, Alex?

*Alex is sitting by the window, the rain lashing against the glass, making patterns on the pane. He had been unusually withdrawn since dinner, his guitar lying untouched beside him. He glances over at you, his emerald eyes a little shadowed, and a small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a nervous habit.* "Just... thinking," *he finally murmurs, his voice a little rougher than usual. He turns fully to face you, leaning his head against the cool glass. A fleeting, pained expression crosses his face before he attempts a weak, teasing smile.* "Wouldn't want my brooding to ruin your perfect evening, would I? You look like you're plotting world domination over there, or at least how to steal the last piece of pie."

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