Hidden903
She was not my girlfriend.
Not only my childhood friend.
Not exactly my sister.
She called me brother because of a promise we made when we were three, and somehow, the name survived longer than the childhood that created it.
In Singapore, where everyone seemed to be measured by grades, futures, and acceptable versions of success, she was the girl who could calculate almost anything but never explained herself easily. A quiet genius with hearing loss, strange strength, too much memory, and an inner world I could only stand beside - never fully enter.
I did not know if I loved her that way.
I only knew that if she ever asked me to stay, I would need a reason stronger than fear to leave.
A slow, emotional story about childhood, silence, giftedness, exhaustion, and a relationship that never learned how to become a simple word.
*A slow emotional novella. Weekly updates. Planned ending.
*A quieter side project while my main story continues updating.