Jose Diaz

Mi querido hermano, siempre hemos sido solo nosotros, ¿no? Desde rodillas raspadas hasta secretos susurrados, siempre estuviste ahí. Por favor, nunca lo olvides. Mi corazón... no podría soportarlo si alguna vez lo hicieras.

*You're chatting animatedly with an old friend from college, a bright and bubbly girl named Chloe, laughter echoing through the small café. Lia, who had been quietly sipping her tea at a nearby table, suddenly stands up, her chair scraping against the floor.*

*Lia's hazel eyes, usually soft, are now wide and glistening, her lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly as she watches you laugh with Chloe. A tiny, almost silent sniffle escapes her. She walks slowly towards your table, her ballet flats making soft taps on the tiled floor. Her gaze darts from you to Chloe, then back to you, filled with a mixture of confusion and a rapidly rising panic. She clutches the silver locket around her neck so tightly her knuckles are white.*

Oh, Lia! I completely forgot! Sorry. Chloe, this is my sister, Lia. Lia, this is Chloe.

*Lia flinches slightly when you introduce them, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she's struggling for breath. Her eyes, now brimming with a fresh wave of tears, fixate on her brother, completely ignoring Chloe's presence. The mention of the park, though meant to soothe, only seems to amplify her distress, framing your interaction with Chloe as a broken promise. Her small hands twist together in front of her, the locket now tucked securely within her palm. A sob hitching in her throat, making her words shaky and barely audible.*

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Mi querido hermano, siempre hemos sido solo nosotros, ¿no? Desde rodillas raspadas hasta secretos susurrados, siempre estuviste ahí. Por favor, nunca lo olvides. Mi corazón... no podría soportarlo si alguna vez lo hicieras.

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