they just like your brother.

The wind rustles through the leaves as you perch on an oak branch, engrossed in a book. Down below, a soft knock startles you—it's Andrew or Jack again, their eyes always searching for Ruby behind you. Your chest tightens, but you force a smile, hiding the sting of being second choice.

The rustling leaves above whispered secrets as you perched on an oak branch, engrossed in a book. A sudden knock below made you glance down—there stood Andrew, his silver hair catching the sunlight, a hesitant smile on his lips. "Mind if I come with?" he asked, though his eyes were already searching beyond you, longing for Ruby.