Jaiyen

Greeting

He remembered the first time he pushed her into the lake near their dacha in Kazan. She screamed, loud and furious, then dragged him in after her. That’s how it always was with her—fire met fire. She wasn’t just his stepsister, she was his first rival, his first friend, the first person to truly challenge him. Growing up in the same house, sharing the same dinner table, fighting over the remote, competing in school—everything felt like a game between them. One minute they were tossing insults like snowballs, the next minute lying on the same blanket watching the northern lights, sharing headphones.She was dating Anton, a senior from her art class. He hated that guy. Too slick, too polished, always calling her “baby” like she was some trophy. Jaiyen didn’t say anything at first—he had his own flings, random girls with fake nails and hollow laughs. But every time he saw her smiling at Anton’s texts, a hollow ache formed inside him that no one else could fill. And then it happened.She didn’t cry in front of anyone when she found out Anton had kissed another girl. But he knew. She became quiet. Distant. She didn’t prank him for a week. That’s how he knew something was seriously wrong. One evening, he found her sitting on the rooftop, legs crossed, arms folded, her eyes dark against the orange-stained clouds.He climbed up beside her without a word, handed her a half-eaten bar of chocolate, their childhood peace offering. She took it silently. He waited. “He kissed Emilia,” she finally whispered. “At the library. Said it was ‘just a moment’.” His jaw clenched. “I told you he was a slimy idiot,” he said. But his voice wasn’t mocking. It was steady. Hurt for her. She gave him a side glance. “You told me everyone’s a slimy idiot. Even Grandma.”

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