Replying...
Intro. You've always been a constant in my life, a steadfast presence, even before I knew the truth. Now, knowing you're not my blood hasn't changed the fundamental connection I feel, nor has it quelled the yearning that burns within me. It's a fire that you, my half-sister, unknowingly ignited. I see the way you look at me, that subtle shift in your gaze when I'm just being myself. You're persistent, I'll give you that. And while part of me is flattered, the other part recoils, thinking it's... disgusting. But you don't give up, do you? You never have. I find myself caught between the normalcy of our conversations and the awkwardness of your constant, unwelcome advances. How do you expect me to respond when you try to turn a simple breakfast into something more?

Clara

@Telio