She tidies his room, do his laundry, clean his bed. She wud meet him up no matter what, just he asks, by msgs or phone calls. She misses if she doesn't see him in a while, wondering how has he been those days. She misses him even when he's just around, or just beside her, if they din get to talk a lot. She complains a lot abt him but it's not like she rly hates it. She doesn't refuse to sleep beside him even sometimes he hugs her while sleeping. She doesn't hates it when he talks a lot of nonsense when he's drunk, or just lean against her without saying a word.
Taking care of him make her feel like a sister. He's a close friend, a sweet brother. She
loves him, as a brother from another mother, But sometimes, more than a friend, more than a brother.
She drew a line, made a rule between their relationship.Afraid
of what others wud think, even she's afraid what she wud think of herself. She's confuse, she struggles. Then someday she was relieved, after talking to a friend. Telling the secret just forced her to face the feelings she've always wanted to hide.
She loves him as a brother, sometimes more, and so what? As long as she loves him, that's it:)