“Is there even an answer to this? How can I answer it?” Emanuel questioned me. “It just happened.”
I cut him off, “I had always loved him since I was a kid.”
“You’re still one,” he interrupted.
I rolled my eyes at him and then I went to talk further more about it, “I wanted him to date me. He had other plans.”
He covered Philomena’s ears and pleaded with me to talk no more about it, “You’re going to my little sister here.”
“Sister?” She asked with frustration lurking on her face. “Why would you say that?”
“I’ve always considered you my sister. That’s why I am always trying to protect you,” responded Emanuel, like a caring older brother.
Philomena couldn’t appreciate his behaviour. Hence she got up and walked away, claiming, “Excuse me. I need to get something done.”
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