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2. complicated
It's become a maze – a labyrinth of emotions. When it should simple and straightforward and free of anything unsettling.
When he should be able to act like himself. No lingering glances or wandering thoughts.
A sigh quells that nauseous feeling.
Just a bit.
There's a bad taste in his mouth, from the words he's spat earlier and from the brimming acidity in his gut. He wonders how she can still call him her brother when he's been anything but that to her.
She asks why he avoids her these days.
"It's complicated," he answers and he won't meet her eyes.