Magnus_Deus
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He used to call her "Big sister March." When his hair was still messy from playing tag with his sister, his drawings of her had crooked hearts in the corners.
Now he's twenty-four. Taller, sharper, still annoyingly earnest-and somehow, still calling her that.
March tells herself it's fine. He's just tagging along. Just another passenger. Just a kid from her past who's grown up too fast.
Except... he makes her laugh. And think. And feel things she doesn't want to name.
This isn't a love story.
At least that's what she thinks.