dear stepsister, i hate you. • be
my stepsister.
She's everything I'm not-loud, reckless, untouchable.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
But somehow, I can't look away.
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"billie?" she said softly.
i paused.
"last night..." she started, then stopped, twisting the blanket in her hands. "was it-"
"don't," i said quickly. my tone came out sharper than i meant. "just -- don't."
she flinched. "i just wanted to know if it-"
"meant something?" i finished, turning to face her. her eyes searched mine, desperate, hopeful.
i hesitated. the truth sat heavy on my tongue.
"it shouldn't have happened," i said finally.
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•slow updates
•intended lowercase
• g!p
• mature/ graphic scenes
