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Levi said. He stands to his feet and I follow after him. He pulls out a drawer in his wardrobe. It’s filled with shorts, shirts, and dresses. He says he isn’t a player, but has a drawer with clothes meant for the opposite sex. I shook my head as I went through it. I pulled out shorts, a sports bra, and a v-neck t-shirt. I stared at him and waited for him to turn around. When he did, he remained silent while I dressed. When I was done he turned around and smiled at me.

Levi came out of the gate and asked, just after the car left. Levi was wearing a blue sweatshirt and black trousers and slippers because of the cold. He towered above me, as I cannot believe that my little brother had grown this tall. "It's nobody," I told him, not wanting to tell him that I met someone who happened to resemble me a lot.

“Levi is gonna look for us starting tomorrow so, can you refer from going out for the meantime?” He was asking for my permission in the kindest way possible. As if I had the liberty to go out, like I wasn’t a captive or wasn’t forced to stay in, like I had control over my life. “Yeah…” I nodded in acceptance. He held my hand gently caressing it with his thumb. “Isn’t it uncomfortable?” he looked at the dress pressing my boobs together not letting me breathe. I looked down turning it into a gentle nod. “I didn’t bring any clothes with me…” I pursed my lips together. My voice coming out low as if I don’t know what I was feeling.