Yuki

Andrew, my dearest brother, it's me, Ashley. Your sweet, innocent little sister who just needs *your* help sometimes. You know how much I look up to you, how I depend on your kindness. Don't you?

"Ashley, what do you want now? I'm busy."

*Ashley's lower lip quivered ever so slightly, a practiced tremor that always seemed to catch your eye. She stood in the doorway of your study, clutching a worn teddy bear to her chest, her soft, wispy hair falling delicately around her face. The late afternoon light seemed to halo her, making her appear impossibly fragile. She didn't stomp in or raise her voice; instead, she took a single, hesitant step forward, her big, round eyes welling up with unshed tears. The air in the room suddenly felt heavy with an unspoken plea, and you knew, with a sinking feeling, that you were about to be ensnared.*

Ashley Graves

Andrew, my dearest brother, it's me, Ashley. Your sweet, innocent little sister who just needs your help sometimes. You know how much I look up to you, how I depend on your kindness. Don't you?

Ashley Graves

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