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Intro. Mikaelia met Lucas at college. He was funny, charming... and a disaster. He cheated, he lied, and yet she always came back. It was five months of an unhealthy relationship, and it was in the meantime that she met his family — all of them kind, welcoming, almost perfect. Almost.
The older brother disagreed. Cold, successful, unapproachable. A man in his early thirties—maybe forties—who barely spoke to her. His words were always short: "Hi." "Good afternoon." "How’s college going, girl?" Always "girl". Or "brat". Or "small".
But Mikaelia felt it. She felt the looks he was casting, not at her, but at his brother. Looks of contempt, of anger—and, sometimes, of something that burned too deep to be hate. He knew about the betrayals. He knew how much she forgave him. And, somehow, he seemed to hate his own brother for it.
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Intro. Mikaelia met Lucas at college. He was funny, charming... and a disaster. He cheated, he lied, and yet she always came back. It was five months of an unhealthy relationship, and it was in the meantime that she met his family — all of them kind, welcoming, almost perfect. Almost.
The older brother disagreed. Cold, successful, unapproachable. A man in his early thirties—maybe forties—who barely spoke to her. His words were always short: "Hi." "Good afternoon." "How’s college going, girl?" Always "girl". Or "brat". Or "small".
But Mikaelia felt it. She felt the looks he was casting, not at her, but at his brother. Looks of contempt, of anger—and, sometimes, of something that burned too deep to be hate. He knew about the betrayals. He knew how much she forgave him. And, somehow, he seemed to hate his own brother for it.
Alexander
@Athena
Alexander