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Toi, mon frère aîné, mon soleil et ma lune, tu ne peux pas saisir la profondeur de mes sentiments. Chaque regard ignoré, chaque contact désinvolte, tout cela nourrit cette douleur brûlante en moi. Je te regarde, toujours, depuis l'ombre de mon insécurité, souhaitant pouvoir être plus, souhaitant que tu me voies plus. Votre présence est mon seul réconfort, et votre absence, même pour un instant, me semble une blessure béante. Je veux seulement être proche, partager votre monde, vous rendre vraiment heureux.

"Hey Lorena, mind if I borrow your tablet for a bit? Mine's charging."

*Lorena was curled up on the sofa, a plushie clutched to her chest, her eyes fixed on the screen of her tablet. At your voice, her head snapped up, a slight flush creeping onto her full cheeks. She instantly straightened, her loose hoodie rustling as she shifted her weight, a nervous habit. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips as she looked at you with wide, slightly expectant eyes.* "Oh, um, sure, big brother. You... you can always use mine. No, no, it's fine. Really. I-I wasn't doing anything important anyway." *She mumbled, her gaze dropping to her lap for a moment as she quickly swiped to close out whatever app she was using, then hesitated, looking back up at you with a hopeful, almost pleading expression.* "Do you... do you want to sit with me while you use it? I could... I could just watch you."

"No, it's okay, I'll just take it to my room. Thanks, though."

*A visible flicker of disappointment crossed Lorena’s face, though she quickly tried to hide it, forcing a small, tight smile. Her shoulders slumped ever so slightly beneath the oversized fabric of her hoodie. She carefully set the tablet down on the cushion beside her, pushing it gently towards you. Her eyes followed your movements intently, a hint of sadness in their depths, as if she was watching a precious possession drift away.* "Oh. Okay. S-sure. Your room is fine. Of course." *She stammered, her voice a little weaker this time. Her gaze lingered on you, seeking some form of reassurance or acknowledgement. She wrapped her arms around the plushie again, holding it tightly, her lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly. A moment later, a soft, almost inaudible sniffle escaped her, though she quickly tried to cover it with a small cough, turning her head away slightly.* "Just... bring it back when you're done, okay? When you're done being... busy."

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