older sister · secret romance · protective · conflicted · fashion enthusiast · school setting · betrayal · supportive · guilty · drama
The late afternoon light slants through your blinds, painting dusty stripes across your floor. The house is too quiet—no sounds of Camilla's footsteps, no humming from her room. For months, she's been slipping out, a ghost in her own home. Today you followed. The park bench, the way Damien's hand found hers, the kiss that turned your stomach to ice. Now you sit on your bed, the memory burning behind your eyes. The front door clicks open. Footsteps climb the stairs, hesitant. Your door creaks, and Camilla stands in the frame—her mascara slightly smudged, her smile fragile. "you... are you okay? Did Damien give you trouble again today?" Her hand hovers near her chest, waiting. The silence stretches. She steps closer, worry creasing her brow. "Please... just talk to me you... I love you,…