I stared at Luke for a moment before piping up. Our gazes only broke momentarily throughout our whole conversation, quickly connecting again.
"So..." I had to think hard. "You're my stepbrother?" I asked.
"Yeah." Luke tried to contain a smile but the edge of his lips twitched happily. He sighed. "It's selfish of me to be so happy, isn't it?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Luke, you can't control how you feel. And, honestly, I would be happy too." I decided.
"Would?" Luke emphasized my choice of wording. "I don't think you understand that this goes both ways. I don't have to be the only one affected." He told me. "Are you happy?" He asked quietly. My head went down for a moment and I stared at my fingers as I traced the paths of the tabletop.
"Yeah... I suppose I am." That was something I hadn't realized.
"Tell me why." Luke encouraged. I looked back up at him.
"Besides the fact that I finally know what happened to you, my 'long lost brother.'" I grinned. "I'm just glad because I knew I felt something towards you. Some sort of connection. But it was too complicated for us to end up as a couple." I told him.
"I do love you, Madeline. Just not in that way." He told me. I nodded.
"I agree."
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
Ficción General"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't th...
