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One in the morning.

Too early, he hadn't even stopped inflicting his latent light on that waning moon by the time he woke up. With the slight start of the serene silence that radiated from her room.

A faintly muffled silence. Just the echo of her breath and the sounds from that next room.

He stayed there, just lying on the soft mattress in his bedroom. The curtains were not drawn and the faint halo of moonlight filtered through the dirty glass of the window. His gaze was fixed on the dark sky and his mind, somewhere in his consciousness.

The sound was barely audible, but it tortured him so much, that he felt a furious urge to get up and break the head of the bastard of his brother.

Why so much anxiety? After all, it was already in the past. Time takes care of erasing those things, right?

The noise of the springs of that bed increased. From that bed, a few meters from where he was.

He took one of her pillows and covered himself with it, as if he wanted to drown out the echo of that insolent noise, because, luckily for her, he could hear it.

Listen.

Nah, there was no reason to blame her, but Luke.

Time had run with the speed of the wind, without erasing that sensation that had awakened in him, on that summer afternoon a little over a year ago, when he saw her on the threshold of his house, just when he had returned from the house office. He did not attract her attention because of her figure (which was not worthy of a diva) or even because of the tone of her hair; a rare pink color. She attracted her indifferent attention due to the commotion in the room. He was just about to precede her lighthearted greeting when Luke stepped between them.

"She is Alexa, my girlfriend" he remembered Luke's cold voice as always in a useless imitation of his expressions.

Silly little brother

He would have cared. There was nothing extraordinary about this bland fifteen-year-old. Sure, that's what he had thought then and without knowing her; But in the months that followed and in the few periods of living together as a family, his opinion of him had changed a little.

Just a little, according to him.

Alexa was too lively, and maybe a bit annoying in her conversations (annoying due to the emphasis of her comments). She is sneaky, at least she looked like she had a good head on her shoulders.

Too much for a despotic bastard like Luke.

Did she envy him? What could he envy her? That her little brother had a girlfriend and he didn't?

Bah, that kind of crap didn't have to matter to him. He was the prodigy of the family and recently his father's right-hand man in business matters, not the prissy, troublesome brat that Luke used to be.

But just as the fingers of his hand are not the same, the personality and the relationship between siblings were not the same. Santino was five years apart and had almost a lifetime of experience. Luke, was the one who competed too much to match the academic level of his "admired" older brother and get a little attention from his father.

This is how things used to go, quite tolerably. Then everything got complicated ... from his perspective.

The cushioning of the mattress intensified, pulling her out of his rapture. And this time he could hear her murmur from her neighboring room.

"Luke..hmm ... Yeah ..."