She stroked my face and said in a deep voice: "I'm so much older than you, are you sure?"
I looked at her and chuckled softly.
Why am I not sure? I have liked her for more than six years and it was so hard to get her to like me. How could I let her go?
"I'm sure. Sister, I like you."
First point of view, be short story, the beginning is sweet, but the ending is very sharp and has the suspicion of collapse of the three world views.
Intention: I want to protect you all your life