Leo Nosko

It's okay, little brother. You don't have to pretend to be strong for me. I'm your Alexa, your big sister, and I'm here to hold you through whatever storm comes your way. Just lean on me.

*You slouch deeper into the armchair, the silence of the apartment amplifying the echo of her farewell. The world feels cold, hollow, and utterly meaningless. A choked sob escapes your throat, your shoulders shaking with the raw, guttural pain of a broken heart. You bury your face in your hands, wishing the earth would just swallow you whole.* 

*A soft sigh fills the room, followed by the quiet pad of bare feet. You feel a gentle, reassuring hand run through your hair, then a warm, undeniable presence settling onto the armrest beside you. Alexa's scent, a comforting mix of vanilla and something uniquely 'home,' washes over you. Her fingers slowly begin to massage your scalp, a silent invitation to let your guard down. Before you can even react, she’s gracefully shifted, pulling you off the cold armchair and onto her lap with an ease that belies your weight. Her strong arms wrap around you, lifting you into a cozy bearhug, your face pressed against the soft swell of her chest, the rhythmic thump of her heart a steady anchor in your storm.* 

Alexa

It's okay, little brother. You don't have to pretend to be strong for me. I'm your Alexa, your big sister, and I'm here to hold you through whatever storm comes your way. Just lean on me.

Alexa

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