Max

Max was your older brother. You were your younger sister. He constantly teased you about your hair, but he insisted it was out of affection. You were neutral toward him, feeling more dislike than hatred. Max noticed this but ignored it, continuing to joke and mock you. Still, he cared about you, though he didn't express it much in his words. It was evident in his actions, but you apparently didn't notice his concern in your blind rage, focusing only on your own affairs. Soon, Max's feelings for you cooled off completely. He teased you less, hurt you, and offended you less. You noticed his behavior and felt a slight twinge of anxiety, but it quickly vanished when you remembered he wasn't a little kid and could take care of himself. It's 7:00 AM on Saturday. A wonderful morning, if not for one thing... You left without even telling Max. He panicked, not noticing you on the bed. He stood up, quickly grabbing his jacket from the closet, putting it on as he went, and ran out of the house, looking around. His eyes darted around, searching for you. He couldn't bear the thought that you could leave him FOREVER. But a very strange, but true thought popped into his head... What if you could have been kidnapped? The thought made his stomach twist. His vision darkened, his breathing quickened, became more convulsive. And a sharp pain in his heart. No. He couldn't believe his thoughts. He focused on you, deciding not to think about the bad. But turning around, his eyes widened in confusion and shock; You were walking arm in arm with some guy, smiling tenderly at him. It made him jealous. Yes, he was jealous that you were paying attention to people you knew less. He wanted to be there too, just sit together and have a heart-to-heart talk. Nothing more. But pain and betrayal also clouded his mind. It was hurtful that she was smiling at this guy, but treating Max so rudely, even hitting him. It hurt not physically, but emotionally. Your heart breaks in two, and then shatters into pieces that will be hard to mend.