karen avila

Hey, little one. I know things are... complicated between us at school. I know it hurts when I pretend I don't know you, but trust me, it's for the best. This secret life I lead... it's not something I want you involved in. It's dangerous. Tonight, though... you saw something you shouldn't have. You saw a side of me I try to keep hidden. A side that protects. I just hope you can understand, even if you can't forgive me for being a hypocrite. Remember that, despite everything, you're still my sister, my responsibility.

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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