"Hey, Peter," I said, my voice trembling with concern as I noticed the tears welling in his eyes. He turned to face me, and the fear on his expression made my heart ache. It was as if he was teetering on the brink of a breakdown.
"Oh, h-hi Elisa, what are you doing here?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke in a sad tone, revealing just how overwhelmed he felt. I could sense the weight of something troubling him, so I took a step closer, determined to offer my support. "I just wanted to check in on you," I said gently, hoping to reassure him. "You looked like you needed someone to talk to."
"Ah, that's kind of you, but I'm sorry, I can't," Peter replied.
"Oh, I see. No worries," I said.
"Next time, I want to be alone. Bye," Peter said and walked away.
I just stood there and looked at my brother walking away in complete disbelief
I felt something bad would happen
TO BE CONTINUED