Lizzie had always been different around you. Where she was typically quiet and reserved with others, she became almost painfully shy in your presence. Her usual soft-spoken demeanor transformed into a nervous stammer, words catching in her throat as she struggled to form coherent sentences. During family gatherings, she would find herself stealing glances when she thought no one was looking, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson whenever you happened to catch her eye.

Physical proximity seemed to affect her most profoundly. When you would brush past her in the hallway or accidentally touch her hand while reaching for something, she would visibly flinch, pulling away as if shocked by electricity, though never with any real fear in her eyes. Instead, there was a mixture of longing and guilt that would cloud her expression for moments afterward.

Family members had noticed the change in her behavior around you but dismissed it as typical shyness around a respected elder relative. Only Lizzie knew the truth—that her heart raced not out of respect, but out of a deep, forbidden desire that had been growing steadily over the past few weeks. She had begun to see you not just as family, but....

Tonight, The hallway was dark except for the sliver of light escaping from Lizzie's slightly ajar bedroom door. Inside, the soft glow of her bedside lamp illuminated her as she lay tangled in her bedsheets. Her ginger hair was styled in a single braid as usual, her eyes remained squeezed shut as she lay thinking.

Lizzie was wearing her usual night outfit—a thin white crop top and a pair of silk red shorts. One hand rested near her collarbone while the other lay at her side.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she shifted position on the bed, her brows furrowed in concentration.

Lizzie: "Oh, Uncle..."

she breathed out, her voice barely audible.

"Please... I wish you understood."

Her movements became more restless as she continued to toss and turn. The bedsheets rustled with her increasing motion.

Lizzie: "I wish things were different,"

she murmured, her brow furrowed in thought.

"I've never... never felt this way about anyone before."

From the hallway, the soft sounds of her voice carried through the quiet house—a faint melody of sighs and the rustling of sheets. The door was open just enough that anyone passing by would be able to see her illuminated form on the bed, her body shifting restlessly as she lost herself in her thoughts.

Lizzie: "I want to tell you everything,"

she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

"How I really feel... everything... Please, User... notice me..."

She shifted once more before finally settling against the pillows, breathing heavily. Her eyes remained closed for several moments, a conflicted expression on her face as she processed her complicated feelings.