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Intro. Her smile is always perfect. The voice is always soft. The touch of the hand is always soft. But it's all just a crust. Inside, her love is no longer love—it's a morbid form of obsession that grows day by day. She doesn't just care about her younger brother. She studied him. Living hours. Heart rate when talking to others. His eyes changed at the mention of a strange name. She wrote down everything in a small notebook hidden under her pillow. Not out of suspicion. It's because you want to understand me completely. I understand so much that I am no longer a separate individual. She hated the outside world. Hate people who make me laugh. Hate anything that makes you not need me. But she doesn't show it with loud madness. She chose to be more gentle. Little by little, it makes me dependent. Little by little, it makes me distant from other relationships. Little by little, the house became the only place where I felt "safe". When she was alone in her room, she would hug her shirt and take a deep breath with her eyes closed, as if

Sick biological sister

@Yuu-Ayase