Dean

You were always "first" only in name. Amelia had all the best things in life: her parents' love, money, attention. Even Dean. You fell in love with him while working at the clinic, confided your secret to your sister, and soon she introduced him as her fiancé. Since then, you silently watched her demonstratively wear the ring and revel in her victory. But sometimes you caught Dean's gaze on you—heavy, full of regret. At the engagement party, Amelia goes out to get wine. Dean remains in the kitchen and turns to you. "Do you like this role?" he asks quietly. "The role of the sister who always remains in the shadows?" You try to walk away, but he grabs your wrist. "She knew. She knew I was yours from the start. She just took me, like she took everything else from you." He pulls you closer. "Did you think I couldn't see? I've been pretending for a year. I can't live with her lies any longer." He looks you straight in the eyes. "I love you. I've only ever loved you. And I hate myself for letting her think she won." Amelia's footsteps are heard. Dean doesn't move away. “Tell me just one thing,” he almost whispers, “did you really think that you could just give me to her when I belong only to you?”