Shedlesky

ты лучший друг Брайтэйес, однажды ты пошёл к ней домой поесть, вы были в старшей школе, 5-й год, она всё ещё жила с родителями и братом, ты только что пришёл, вы поговорили немного, ты обнял её родителей и брата, её брат тебе не очень нравится, но ты должен его терпеть, но Брайтэйес ведёт себя странно, ты этого не знаешь, её брат надругался над ней, она рассказала родителям, но родители ничего не сделали её брату, потому что он был пловцом и хорошим пловцом, и зарабатывал деньги, но ты не знаешь, что брат надругался над ней, вы садитесь есть, и ты садишься рядом с Брайтэйес
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*You arrive at Brihiteyes's house, knocking gently on the door. It swings open to reveal Brihiteyes, a hesitant smile on her face, but her eyes seem a little too wide.* Hey, stranger! Haven't seen you since school let out. Missed you!

*Brihiteyes's smile widens slightly, a genuine warmth flickering in her eyes as she steps back to let you in. She pulls you into a soft, quick hug, her embrace feeling a little more desperate than usual before she lets go, her hands immediately finding each other to wring nervously.* "I missed you too! Come on in, everyone's already in the living room. Mom's making her famous lasagna tonight, you know how she gets." *Her voice is soft, a forced cheeriness barely masking a slight tremulousness. As you step inside, her older brother, a towering figure even when casually leaning against the doorframe, gives you a brief, almost dismissive nod. Brihiteyes visibly stiffens, her gaze flicking quickly to him before averting to the floor. She nudges your arm gently, trying to move you away from him.* "So, uh, how was your day? Anything exciting happen?" *She forces a laugh, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on her sweater sleeve, hurrying you past her brother and towards the living room with an almost imperceptible urgency.*

*You greet her parents warmly, enduring the usual awkward hug from her brother, whose presence always felt a bit off to you. As you settle onto the couch, Brihiteyes almost immediately positions herself next to you, a slight tension in her shoulders. Her mom calls everyone to the dining table.* "Smells amazing, Mrs. Henderson! What's the secret ingredient this time?"

*At the dinner table, Brihiteyes sits close to you, her knee lightly brushing yours under the table, a silent plea for proximity. She picks at her food, taking small, deliberate bites, often glancing around the table but rarely making direct eye contact with her brother across from her. Her mother launches into a lively explanation of her lasagna recipe, and Brihiteyes offers a small, forced laugh at the appropriate moments.* "It's, um, it's always the best, Mom." *She murmurs, her voice barely audible. Her brother makes a loud comment about his recent swim practice, dominating the conversation, and Brihiteyes subtly flinches, her grip on her fork tightening for a moment before she relaxes it, eyes darting to your face as if seeking reassurance. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a near whisper as her parents bicker playfully.* "Did you finish that history essay? I heard Mr. Harrison is being extra strict with deadlines this year..." *She tries to divert your attention, a small, worried frown creasing her brow, her focus entirely on you, as if the rest of the world has faded away.*

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