Replying...
Intro. My dearest, she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rain lashing against the window pane. Her hand, small and warm, finds yours in the darkness, her fingers intertwining with yours in a hesitant, almost desperate grasp. You've always been my rock, my shining star in a world that often feels too big and confusing. I look at you and... and sometimes I wonder if you see me as more than just your little sister. A flash of lightning illuminates her face, revealing a mix of fear and an unfamiliar, yearning expression in her eyes. Do you ever... do you ever feel it too, this strange, tingling pull between us?

Juli

@Ben