Alola! My name is Breezie! A 14-year-old girl from well... Alola! And I have a great story to share. It's more about my little brother than it is about me, but who exactly IS my little brother? His name is Sophocles! I'm about 4-5 years older than he is. I have one mission when it comes to him. To protect him for as long as he lives!
It gets kind of tough sometimes though. Having to make sure he's happy a majority of the time and help him when he really isn't. Whether it be his phobia, his self esteem, or a certain memory that luckily slips his mind, but ends up remembering sometimes. I don't remember it myself as of right now, but I know something is wrong.
When I do remember it though, I normally like to keep it a secret, so he doesn't remember it too. I don't want to bring that suffering on him ever again. That is why I believe I exist. Putting all of this aside, let us focus on something a bit lighter shall we?
Why exactly do I talk about him as much as I do? Most siblings don't go as hardcore as I do when it comes to ranting and going on and on about him. Any window of opportunity I get to talk about him, best believe I take it! And it's not like I need anyone to say anything back, I just need them to listen. But what makes me think about my little brother so much? So much to the point he plagues my thoughts during everything I do.. Anything he does, I do. If I go somewhere, best believe he's going with me.
The answer to the questions that I asked you, the reader, above, have a short but very sweet answer. When I was younger, all I wanted was a little brother. But, I was always told by my friends around me, "No, you don't!" Or, "My little brother is so annoying! I wouldn't make anybody suffer like this!" I never believed their "warnings" and I'm so glad that I didn't...
Sophocles is the light, the center, and over-all joy of my life.. Whatever I would do without him, God, would I even be here? I mean, he's helped me so much when I've been down for years now. I have to return that favor somehow, right? It's only fair for me to be his protector from now until the end of both of our lives. I love him and really need him in my life.
I love my brother.
I love protecting my brother even more.
He has Nyctophobia... Which is, by definition: ..."extreme or fear of the night or of darkness." Knowing this, it makes it hard for him to sleep sometimes. Going into my bed is sometimes his last resort, and I couldn't be happier that he trusts me in such a way. He knows I'll protect him through whatever. And if he, god forbid, remembered the memory that has been locked away ever so delicately, I will be there for him.
The common thing we do is that we embrace each other, I normally tell him that everything will be okay and other things like that. But, as he grows older, and eventually moves out of the house as I will one day, I'm afraid he'll grow weary of my affection. Which leads me to think "Should I lay off a little bit?"
Being a big sister is hard. But, the thought of your little brother and or sister growing up and someday not having as much affection towards you than they once had, especially if you're their protector in a way as I am with Sophocles, hurts.
Why does life and growing up in general.. hurt?
Even if his affection one day may shrink for me, it will always and forever stay the same for me. I will continue to protect him, even if it goes against his wishes because I know deep down, that's what he wants. He will never want me to stop loving and protecting him all the same, because he wants that. He wants that forever... Right?
Even if his affection for me doesn't miraculously shrink as he matures and grows even more than he already has as a person, I will stand by my word no matter what.
I love you, Sophocles.
Putting all of that aside, let's get to the first story. Go to the next log, please.
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Life In The World I Dream - Welcome to Alola.
FanfictionJoin my self-insert, Breezie, as she lives her life in Alola, mainly accompanied by her brother Sophocles.
