"You, Charles. I trust you with everything." Maybe she shouldn't. He keeps breaking her heart and so maybe she shouldn't trust him with that, but she doesn't seem to have a choice. Her voice is sad as she continues. "You can be so thick sometimes. Of course I trust you. Who else would I trust? You're my only friend." There were people she knew. Acquaintances. People she talked to after work. But she never invited them home, never accepted their offer of a drink after work, never even let them know that she was older than she looked. When she had a problem, when she just needed to talk, it was Charles she went to.
She lets that sink in for a minute or maybe she's screwing up her courage before the next words come out of her mouth. "And so you're the one person that you say that I should be with and, perversely, the one person who never will." Or maybe it's her that's the perverted one. He is her brother, after all. Maybe they weren't biologically brother and sister, biologically, but he basically raised her. If that makes her perverse then she's...she's fine with it. Or at least she can't do anything about it.
"And I love you." The words slip out before she can help them. She could leave it there, but she doesn't want to hear his brotherly response. "And please, don't come back with a quick 'I love you, too'. I'm your sister and you know I love you, but it's just...just that I want more."
It hits her that she's done. She's tired of the half truths, of the hopes and fears, of wishing for something that may never, probably will never happen. She squeezes her eyes tightly together and takes a deep breath. This is the end of everything as she's known it and a large part of her is terrified, but the larger part is just sad. It feels as if she's letting go of something special.
"And if that wasn't clear enough for your thick skull, then have this." They're already so close that it's no effort at all to lean in fractionally and press her lips to his. She doesn't expect a response except maybe revulsion and so she pulls away quickly. She tries to pull away from his arms. She's not a little girl anymore. She can't stop hoping that Charles will be her prince. She has to go and find one of her own.
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She lets that sink in for a minute or maybe she's screwing up her courage before the next words come out of her mouth. "And so you're the one person that you say that I should be with and, perversely, the one person who never will." Or maybe it's her that's the perverted one. He is her brother, after all. Maybe they weren't biologically brother and sister, biologically, but he basically raised her. If that makes her perverse then she's...she's fine with it. Or at least she can't do anything about it.
"And I love you." The words slip out before she can help them. She could leave it there, but she doesn't want to hear his brotherly response. "And please, don't come back with a quick 'I love you, too'. I'm your sister and you know I love you, but it's just...just that I want more."
It hits her that she's done. She's tired of the half truths, of the hopes and fears, of wishing for something that may never, probably will never happen. She squeezes her eyes tightly together and takes a deep breath. This is the end of everything as she's known it and a large part of her is terrified, but the larger part is just sad. It feels as if she's letting go of something special.
"And if that wasn't clear enough for your thick skull, then have this." They're already so close that it's no effort at all to lean in fractionally and press her lips to his. She doesn't expect a response except maybe revulsion and so she pulls away quickly. She tries to pull away from his arms. She's not a little girl anymore. She can't stop hoping that Charles will be her prince. She has to go and find one of her own.