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I picked up a strawberry from the fruit tray on the table, the red glossy surface cool against my fingers, and held it out in front of Sebastian\u2019s mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHere,\u201d I said softly, tilting my head toward him. \u201cTry it, Sebastian.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He glanced at me, then his eyes shifted past my shoulder, toward the other side of the room. I felt the weight of dozens of stares pressing into our backs, people pretending not to look while very obviously looking, and judging us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sebastian swallowed, his fingers tightening slightly on the armrest of his wheelchair before he shook his head. \u201cViolet, I\u2019m not hungry. You don\u2019t have to feed me. It\u2019s fine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I ignored him completely and nudged the strawberry closer, brushing it lightly against his lips. \u201cBut you like strawberries,\u201d I said, my voice calm but firm, the same tone I\u2019d always used when he tried to pretend he didn\u2019t want something he clearly did. \u201cCome on. Just try it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked back at me, meeting my gaze. There was that familiar hesitation in his eyes, the one that always appeared when he didn\u2019t want to make a scene or draw attention. After a second, he sighed quietly and opened his mouth, biting into the strawberry. He chewed slowly, his cheeks puffing slightly, looking absurdly cute, like a rabbit being forced to eat something it secretly enjoyed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smiled to myself and immediately picked up another strawberry, holding it out without giving him time to protest. He groaned under his breath but still leaned forward and took a bite, chewing again, his ears turning red. I could feel the tension around us, the whispers starting to form, but I didn\u2019t care.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was about to feed him another piece when Sebastian gently caught my wrist, stopping my hand mid-air. He finished chewing, swallowed, then looked up at me with a mix of embarrassment and concern.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cViolet, are you sure you want to do this here? Everyone is staring at us. They\u2019re looking at us like we\u2019re crazy. I don\u2019t want them to talk badly about you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at him for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. \u201cWhy would I care what people think of me?\u201d I replied indifferently. \u201cIf they want to talk badly, that\u2019s their problem. It\u2019s their mouths they\u2019re using, not mine. Thinking about them is just a waste of time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before he could say anything else, I slipped the strawberry into his mouth anyway. \u201cHere,\u201d I added, as if that settled the matter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sebastian stared at me for a second, something close to admiration flashing in his eyes, before he bit down and ate it. I smiled wider, a warm, familiar feeling spreading through my chest. I had always liked spoiling him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After our parents, and our brother died, Sebastian never really got to live like a normal teenager. He missed out on so many ordinary things, things boys his age took for granted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yesterday, I dragged him shopping and bought him everything he even glanced at, using the black card Hades gave me without a second thought. And now, here I was, feeding him his favorite fruit in a room full of\u00a0<\/p>\n
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people who didn\u2019t matter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I didn\u2019t care what anyone thought. I would spoil my brother as much as I wanted, for as long as I wanted. Strawberries had always been his favorite. When he was little, he used to run around the house, tugging on my sleeve, demanding I feed him. Watching him eat now, cheeks red, eyes soft, I felt that same certainty.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As long as I was here, Sebastian would never lack anything again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a brief moment, the noise of the venue faded into the background, and it felt like it was just the two of us again, like the world hadn\u2019t ruined anything yet. When he swallowed, I picked up another strawberry, lifting it toward him without thinking, already ready to spoil him a little more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cViolet.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound of my name made my hand pause mid-air, the strawberry hovering inches away from Sebastian\u2019s mouth. My fingers tightened around it slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sebastian blinked, then followed the direction of my frozen gaze and looked behind me. The moment he saw who it was, his entire body stiffened. The color drained from his face so fast it hurt to see, and his fingers clenched against the armrest of his wheelchair as if he was bracing himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sebastian had always been afraid of them. Afraid wasn\u2019t even the right word. They had made him feel small, powerless, like an animal trapped in a cage with no way to escape, poked and provoked until breathing itself felt like a mistake.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t turn around immediately. Instead, I calmly dropped the strawberry into the trash beside the table, as if it no longer mattered. I stood up slowly, my posture straightening. I reached for the wipes on the table, wiped my hands carefully, then tossed them into the trash as well. Only then did I turn around and face them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As expected, they were all standing there. Riley, Nora, and my uncle and aunt were frozen in place, staring at me and Sebastian as if they were looking at ghosts. Their shock was almost amusing. Their eyes flickered between my face, my dress, Sebastian\u2019s wheelchair, as though their minds couldn\u2019t process what they were seeing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nora was the first to recover, though barely. She lifted a trembling hand and pointed at me, her voice shaking with disbelief and fury all at once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou-you\u2026 what are you doing here?\u201d she demanded. \u201cHow did you get inside? How could someone like you be here?! What is the meaning of this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tilted my head slightly, genuinely amused by how stupid the question was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Someone like me? She had no idea how ironic that sounded. After all, I was the reason they had been invited in the first place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer her. I didn\u2019t even look at her. To me, Nora wasn\u2019t worth the effort of a response. She was nothing more than background noise.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The dismissal was obvious, and she felt it. I could see it in the way her face flushed red with anger, her lips pressing together as her pride took the hit. I shifted my gaze past her and looked at my uncle and aunt instead. They were still staring at me, stunned, as if the version of me standing before them didn\u2019t match the\u00a0<\/p>\n
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one they thought they knew. Then my eyes moved to Riley.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Riley instinctively took a step back when our eyes met, her shoulders stiffening, fear flashing across her face before she could hide it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sebastian\u2019s fingers tightened around mine, and his voice came out small, shaky. \u201cViolet\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lips curved as I looked at them, standing so proudly in a place they believed they belonged. I squeezed Sebastian\u2019s hand gently and spoke without taking my eyes off them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, Sebastian,\u201d I said calmly. \u201cThis time, I\u2019ll make sure they\u2019re the ones trapped in a cage with no way out.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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