Novel & Cerita A Brother's Love Is A Brother's Love

"Every time you look at me I feel... and then I remember who you are and I want to vomit." Rihanna feels the words like a slap. She doesn’t cry. She just nods. "Okay." He stands. Grabs his keys. No tap-tap. At the door he stops. "I love you. But you’re my sister. Don’t make me hate you." He leaves.

All the fights, the betrayals, the distance… he'd carried guilt for it all, even when I hadn't asked him to. Tears flooded my vision, hot and relentless, spilling down my cheeks as grief and love and helpless fury twisted into a vise around my heart. My fierce brother, the one who'd found me even after years of being away, was slipping away because he couldn't bring himself to hurt either of us. He chose love… broken, complicated love over survival. I crawled toward him, fingers clawing at the cold steel floor, sobbing his name like a prayer that could pull him back.

How could it be so easy for him when I felt like I was living through an identity crisis? “Bro.” he said softly. “Hm?” “I love you.” I groaned dramatically. “Oh God. Do I need to write this in my diary now? Don't make this weird for the love of God." “It already is.” He stepped closer with a shrug and clasped a hand on my shoulder, no trace of amusement on his face. His grip tightened just enough that I looked at him. “We’re brothers.” I swallowed. “You know that, right?” “Yeah.”

" But it's just that. And I can't... I won't... watch my brother destroy himself. Not again. Not after everything. " I looked at him and suddenly everything became crystal clear. "Well, it is clear then," I said, my voice hollow. "You love your brother more than you love me." Theo flinched like I'd slapped him. "That's not..." "It is," I said flatly. " You're choosing him over me. Over us. You're willing to give up our happiness to ensure his. That's love, Theo. Maybe not the romantic kind. But it's love. "

His cold eyes blazed on the boys like he could gulp them whole at once With shaken hands, the boy who stuffed the teddy bear in his pocket pulled it out and handed it over to Big Brother. "We are sorry, Big Brother!" They bowed and bowed, apologising, their legs shaking like they could buckle and fall apart any moment. Everyone called him big brother on the street, and no one messed with his little sister. "I won't be accepting any apologies next time." He spat. "Now get out of here!" He barked, making them jolt like toads, running off for their lives.

~ Julian ~ I was buried in quarterly reports when Raymond knocked and told me my brother was waiting. My shoulders tightened. Adrian and I had barely spoken since our fight at the last board meeting about expanding into Asia. Our relationship had been cold for years — more competition than brotherhood. “Let him in,” I said. Adrian came in like a storm. He slammed the door instantly and paced a little in my office, breathing quickly, and his hair got messy from running his hands through it.

When she saw her brother coming toward them, Mia ran, arms outstretched, and jumped into his arms. “Hey, Mama Mia,” Blake said, smiling as he hugged her tightly. The moment he set her down, she doubled up her fist and punched him as hard as she could in the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?” “That was for interfering in my love life,” she announced, then flung her arms around him again. “And this is for loving me enough to watch out for me like that.” Her message sent loud and clear, she entwined her arm through her big brother's and together they strolled back to the group.

he asked "Of course, he is my brother, why do you ask" "He is in love with what is mine and I won't hesitate to kill him when the time comes" he declared "What's yours, you just met him, are you both fighting over something already, perhaps your car" "I don't give a crap about that car, the only thing I care about is you" he pull me into an embrace "Don't be ridiculous, whatever is going on between I and Xander is brother and sister love, not what you are thinking" I assured him

I dug my thumbnail into the pad of my finger under the counter's edge, just enough to feel it, just enough to have something real to hold onto that wasn't the sound of my own pulse in my ears. "We're not complicated," I repeated and hated how easily the lie came out. "I know, sweetheart. I just need to hear it sometimes." Another pause, gentler this time, the kind that used to make me feel safe before I understood what it was actually doing. "Put your brother on for a second?"

Although we had drifted apart, his efforts to make me feel loved had left a lasting impact. Reflecting on it now, I realized that the brotherly love I had mistaken for something more was simply his unwavering support during times of need. I opened my arms wide, inviting him for a hug. He rushed forward and embraced me tightly, and I nearly let the tears fall. After a moment, I patted his back, and we pulled away. "Good luck, Felicity, and congratulations."