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𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞

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--Cole's P.O.V.--

As soon as Noah told me to go collect my sister's things, I rushed like a madman. No hesitation, no second thoughts, just pure urgency.

Nefeli was going to wake up soon, and she needed to have her clothes, her skincare, her lip balm, her goddamn hairbrush! If even one of those things was missing, we were doomed. You've never seen grumpy until you've seen Nefeli without her favorite grey jacket!

Still, none of that mattered as much as what I'd seen before.

No one can really understand what it felt like. What it did to me. Seeing my baby sister lying in a pool of her own blood. She looked so small. So breakable. I swear, something in me shattered in that moment. My heart didn't just break, it disintegrated. I felt like my stomach had dropped into hell. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. All I could do was scream inside.

But then... the doctors said she made it.

And just like that, the world snapped back into place. The weight lifted off my chest. My soul came back to my body. I could feel my lungs again!

Noah made the call to bring her to our private medical facility, the one in our company's secure wing. It was the right move. Honestly, I never wanted her in a public hospital anyway. Not with the press, not with the risks.

At our place, she'd be safe. The best doctors. Enzo, if she ever needed to talk. Noah, Chris, Aiden, all of us always there. Always watching. Always ready.

I was driving home now, the radio humming out soft jazz, the kind that makes your shoulders drop and your brain go still for a while. For the first time in what felt like days, I could breathe. Then... it played.

That song.

The one Nefeli sings around the house all day like a broken record. The one that drives us crazy but secretly comforts us, because it's hers.

It was her and Noah's song.

Flashback:

I was four. Running through the halls like a storm in pajamas, chasing after Dylan, my little brother by a year, my twin in chaos. He was howling with laughter, cheeks flushed, feet pounding on the marble floors. I swear that boy never stopped laughing. Just like Neffie.

Aiden and Chris were at the park with Grandpa. Alex was asleep, obviously. And as usual, Noah and Nefeli were nowhere to be found.

We were home with the maids. Our parents? Out again. Probably doing whatever cold-blooded monsters do when they're not playing pretend as mom and dad.

Dylan turned the corner into the living room and froze so suddenly, I crashed right into him.

"Ha! Gotcha!" I grinned, breathless. But he didn't even flinch. His eyes were wide, lips parted in awe.

I followed his gaze.

And there they were.

Noah had Nefeli in his arms, dancing slowly in the center of the room, barefoot on the wooden floor. The afternoon light poured in through the windows, casting golden rays across them like something out of a painting.

He was spinning gently, rocking her to the rhythm of that song, their song. Nefeli's tiny hands were clinging to his shirt, her giggles like bells, pure and innocent. Noah was smiling. Not just with his mouth, but with his whole face, his whole heart.