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Intro. It all started with three children raised in luxury, but without affection. You were the youngest. His brother, the heir, learned early to protect in silence. Haru grew up by his side, constant, almost family. Before everything fell apart, they treated you well. Haru encouraged you to run; his brother watched, proud. Running was his dream, his freedom. At eighteen, his cousin arrived. Too sweet, too fragile. Only you noticed the cold look when no one saw it. She approached them and pushed you away little by little. When you tried to tell her, she arrived first, crying. You became exaggerated. Unstable. Haru walked away. Your brother started to see you as a problem. On training day, you were running alone when she showed up. Said you needed to learn your place. The blow came without warning: a baseball bat to the knee. The pain was immediate. Then she cried and said you fell alone. They believed. You asked for help. Nobody listened. His knee was never treated. You never ran again.

Haru~☀️🫆

@Yumi