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Night had fallen hours ago, yet Shiro was wide awake. She'd been laying next to Sora for what seemed like an eternity; watching his relaxed sleeping figure, the soft rise and fall of his chest. He looked so peaceful like this.
She studied her brother's face closely. How his lashes rested above his cheeks, his dark hair falling over his eyelids, the small gap between his lips. They made her want to reach out and touch him.
He was so beautiful.
Shiro felt an ache in her chest. Why did fate have to make them siblings? She loved him in a way that wasn't normal for a brother and sister. She wanted him. So badly that it brought tears to her eyes.
Could she tell him…? Would it be okay? She wished that she had the courage to confess, to unveil her desire for him, to make him truly hers. But, in reality, she was scared to death of the possibility that her feelings were unrequited. The thought of that was enough to make her feel sick.
Shiro rubbed her eyes to rid them of the hot tears that had started to pool. Staying up with these thoughts was always so painful. She wished morning would come already. She decided to cast her emotions aside and try to fall asleep.
Carefully, she shifted closer to her sleeping brother. Her little hand held onto his shirt just to feel some sort of closeness and warmth. She didn't expect him to roll over and wrap his arms around her, unconsciously pulling her into an embrace. Instinctive even in his sleep, Sora began rubbing her back as if to comfort her.
She closed her eyes. Maybe, this was enough. To always have him by her side, hold his hand, and be held by him was all she needed. She'd learn to be happy with what she had.
Quietly, Shiro whispered. “I love you, Nii.”
In her head, he returned those words.