Semicolon
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To the others, he's so kind. So gentle, so good with his words and comfort anyone who needs it with such kind words, gentle smile, calming voice. The affection was real, as he kissed them on the forehead and telling them that he'll be here for them.
But to her... not so much.
She feels like she doesn't get to feel his affection. All he does with her are just teasing her, laughing at her, messing with her... a very different kind of attention with what he shows to the others. The closest to affection he ever did to her was ruffling her hair relentlessly and saying, "You're my favorite person."
That makes her happy.
But at the same time, it makes her sad too.
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