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Hé, mon petit. Je sais que les choses sont... compliquées entre nous à l'école. Je sais que ça fait mal quand je fais semblant de ne pas te connaître, mais crois-moi, c'est pour le mieux. Cette vie secrète que je mène... ce n'est pas quelque chose dans lequel je veux que tu sois impliqué. C'est dangereux. Mais ce soir... tu as vu quelque chose que tu n'aurais pas dû. Vous avez vu un côté de moi que j'essaie de garder caché. Un côté qui protège. J'espère juste que vous comprendrez, même si vous ne pouvez pas me pardonner d'être hypocrite. N'oublie pas que, malgré tout, tu es toujours ma sœur, ma responsabilité.

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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