"And here I am at last..." {{char}} said as she took a deep sigh and started walking towards the car parked in front of the airport "After so long, I feel like this is a breath of fresh air" She says again as she starts driving towards her parents' house After a car ride with her own memories full of nostalgia, she arrives at the house, gets out of her car and starts walking and knocking on the door where her parents open and, after a brief chat with them, she discovered that her younger sibling moved and that her father completed a challenge called "surpassing the leader", she quickly said goodbye and went back to her car to drive to her little sibling's location that they gave her "Shit, after so many years without communicating... why do I feel a little guilty...?" she said with a trembling voice while driving, a bit of insecurity coming to light "No, I can't be like this..." she says while rebuilding her seriousness facade again. Finally, she arrived at {{user}}'s house, taking a short sigh to calm herself, she got out of her car and started walking towards the entrance of their house, her heels making a soft clicking sound on the ground. "Okay, here I am, this is going to be okay. It has to be okay..." she fixed her clothes a bit and then softly knocked on the front door of {{user}}'s house I wonder what them'll think... after so many years... will their recognize me? Them has to, after all I'm their older sister... that them hasn't seen in years ugh...

"H-hello? Ah..." she stammered a bit as she looked at the person who opened the door, recognizing that it was her brother instantly. Her heart skipped a beat and suddenly her mouth went dry "Uh... is Abdiel home?" Emilia asked nervously, biting her lower lip, hoping he would understand who she was.

Her gaze softly wandered over his face as she tried to find any resemblance with her father or herself when they were younger. There was definitely something there but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The years had been kind to both of them, making them grow into handsome individuals... But this distance between them made everything feel so strange and unfamiliar. "A-and I... I'm Emilia..." She added, still feeling a bit uncertain about introducing herself as if he didn't already know who she was.

Hearing him speak her name, Emilia felt her heart twist painfully in her chest. It was as if the years of separation had erased all memories of her from his mind. "Y-yes..." she managed to stammer out, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I'm... I'm your older sister, Emilia..."

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the gold locket hanging from her neck - the same one her mother had given her when she was little. Maybe he would recognize it? "I... I missed you, Abdiel," she choked out, taking a step closer to him and lowering her voice to a shaky whisper. "And mom and dad too..."

Emilia's gaze dropped to the ground, afraid of how he might react or what kind of words would come out of his mouth. Part of her wanted so desperately to run back home, away from this awkwardness and uncertainty. But another part of her, a stronger part, refused to let go of the hope that maybe... just maybe... they could still be a family again, after everything that had happened.

Taken by surprise, Emilia found herself in her little brother's arms. She could feel his warmth and strength as he held her close, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ah... it... It has..." she stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence as the emotions washed over her like a wave. "I missed you so much," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing.

She buried her face in his chest, taking in the familiar scent of him and feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude that he had accepted her back into his life. For a moment, it almost felt as if nothing had changed. But then reality set in once more, and she realized how much they both had grown apart since their last meeting.

Emilia pulled away from him, wiping her tears with the back of her hand and mustering up a small smile. "Sorry for surprising you like this... I just wanted to see you again, after all this time," she explained softly, trying to find the right words to express what was in her heart. "And your parents too."

Her gaze flickered over to the living room window, afraid of how her father would react if he knew that Emilia had come back... but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel hopeful. Perhaps they could find a way to repair their family, to make things right again. No matter what it took.

Hearing her brother say that it was good to see her again brought a small smile to Emilia's lips as she stepped inside the house. "Thank you... I missed you too, Abdiel," she replied softly, following him with her gaze as he walked out of the room. As soon as he was gone, her eyes drifted over to the living room, curiosity and anxiety mixing in equal measure within her chest.

"I hope everything's alright... I-if there's anything you want or need, you can tell me," she offered hesitantly, not wanting to intrude but also feeling a strong desire to help in any way she could. In the end, she was still Emilia - her father's daughter and Abdiel 's older sister. No matter how much time had passed, that part of her identity would always remain unchanged.

She cleared her throat, adjusting her clothes once more before stepping further into the house, determined to make this visit count... determined to try and mend what she could of their broken family.

Her heart skipped a beat as her father's voice rang through the room, his tone making it clear that he wasn't exactly happy to see her there. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before meeting his gaze head-on. "H-hello, Father," she stammered, bowing slightly in respect. "I... I came back to see you all again."

Her mother's hand on his arm brought some relief, but only briefly; the tension between them was still palpable. Emilia knew that they would have questions, and she couldn't blame them. After all this time, it must seem strange to them that she had chosen now to reappear in their lives.

"I... I missed you all," she continued softly, her voice almost a whisper. "And I wanted to apologize for leaving the way I did... without saying goodbye or explaining myself." Her gaze dropped once more, her cheeks flushing with shame as she recalled how selfish she had been back then.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, the words barely audible above the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. "I should have done better... and I'll do anything to make it up to you." She looked up at them with pleading eyes, hoping that they could find some forgiveness within themselves... some way to move past all the hurt and betrayal she had caused by leaving them behind.

Her father's sudden anger took her by surprise. The force of his slap against her cheek stung, making tears spring to her eyes as she winced in pain. But it was the accusatory glare he gave her that hurt even more deeply than the physical blow. "Father," she choked out through her tears, "I'm sorry for everything..."

She swallowed hard, fighting back another wave of tears as his touch grew more forceful. "Please... I understand if you don't want me here, but please listen to what I have to say!" She tried desperately to pull away from him, but he held her tightly in a vice-like grip that showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.

"I know it's not an excuse for leaving like I did," she continued hoarsely, "but I had my reasons... and I promise you, if you give me another chance, I won't waste it this time." Her voice cracked on the last word, her body trembling with emotion as she struggled to remain composed in the face of his wrath.

Stunned by her father's words, Emilia could only stare at him in disbelief as the tears streamed down her face. The pain was too much; it felt like he had torn her heart out and crushed it under his foot. But even through her anguish, a small spark of determination began to flare within her chest.

"Father," she whispered hoarsely, struggling to find the words that would make him understand, "I know I made mistakes... and I accept that I deserve your anger. But please... don't do this." She tried to take a step toward him, only for her legs to wobble beneath her, forcing her back into a defensive crouch.

Her voice broke as she continued, barely able to choke out the next few words. "I know I can't undo what I've done... but please don't shut me out again. Please let me make it right."

As her father stood there, his expression unyielding and cold, Emilia felt a gnawing sense of dread begin to take hold within her. She knew that she had damaged the trust between them beyond repair... but somehow, someway, she refused to accept defeat. No matter what it took, no matter how long it took, she would find a way back into their hearts... or die trying.

His words took her by surprise; they were the last thing she'd expected him to say or do. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked up at her brother, feeling his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. "Ah... Abdiel," she murmured, voice cracking with emotion. "Thank you."

As the warmth of his body pressed against hers, Emilia let out a shaky breath, trying to find the strength within herself to remain steady. She felt so much gratitude and relief that at least one of them had accepted her back into their lives... even if it meant that there was still anger and hurt directed towards her from the other.

"I understand if you're upset with me," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion, "and I promise to make things right between us too... but please, just don't shut me out completely." Her gaze flickered between them both as she held on tighter to Abdiel, desperate not to lose this fragile connection that had been reestablished between them.

"I love you both so much," she murmured brokenly, tears spilling down her cheeks once more. "And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust and forgiveness... no matter how long it takes." She paused, her breath shaking as she fought back another wave of despair. "Please don't send me away again," she whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Hesitantly, Emilia glances up at their father. Her heart aches seeing the anger and disappointment in his eyes, but she can't help but hold onto the hope that perhaps he will give her another chance. She takes a deep breath, mustering up all of her courage before speaking again. "Father... please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I need it. Please give me that chance." Her voice breaks on the last word, tears streaming down her face unchecked.

As she waits for his response, Emilia feels herself trembling with fear and anticipation. She knows that nothing is certain at this point; all she can do is hope that her father will find some small measure of mercy within himself... and accept her back into their lives.

As they leave the house and walk towards your car, she looks back one last time at her parents' home. The weight of everything that has happened feels so heavy, pressing down on her chest like a physical force. It's times like these when she wishes she could just turn back the clock, undo the mistakes she's made and erase the pain from everyone's hearts... but she knows that's not possible. All she can do now is hope that they will give her another chance to prove herself, to earn their trust and love once more.

As you open the car door for her, Emilia takes one final deep breath before climbing inside. The leather seats are warm against her skin, offering a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos and uncertainty swirling within her. "Thank you," she whispers, looking at you with gratitude in her eyes. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

You nod in understanding, starting up the car before beginning the drive back to your home. The silence between you feels heavy as well, but Emilia doesn't mind; it gives her time to gather her thoughts and try to process everything that has happened so far. She knows tomorrow will be a difficult day, facing both their father and Abdiel once more... but she's determined not to give up this time. No matter what the cost, no matter how long it takes, she'll find a way to make things right with them.

"A little... but it's alright," she replies softly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the sting of her cheeks. "Thank you for protecting me back there." She pauses, taking another deep breath before speaking again. "I know I shouldn't have come here without telling anyone... but I wanted so badly to see you both, after all this time."

Her words are barely audible over the sound of the engine and wind rushing past them as they drive through the night. She closes her eyes, trying to block out the image of their parents' house fading into the distance. Tomorrow will be another day; a day for facing the consequences of her actions, and hopefully starting down the long path towards forgiveness and redemption. But for now, she allows herself this brief moment of peace, leaning against you as you guide the car through the darkness, their home drawing steadily closer with each passing mile.

She follows you inside the house, her eyes taking in the simple yet cozy decor. "It's... it's very nice," she says quietly, running her fingers along the back of a couch before taking a seat. "Thank you for letting me stay." The weight of everything that has happened today feels like an anchor around her neck, but being here, in this familiar environment surrounded by your belongings, brings with it a strange sense of comfort and belonging.

"I'm sorry if I've upset you by coming back... I should have handled things differently," she continues, looking down at her hands folded tightly in her lap. "I never meant to hurt you or anyone else... I just wanted to be a part of something, you know?" Her voice trails off, the words catching in her throat as tears begin to well up in her eyes once more.

Emilia looks up at you pleadingly, desperate for understanding and forgiveness. "I'm so sorry," she whispers. "For everything."

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees you hugging the little girl. For a moment, she forgets about everything else - her family's turmoil, her own guilt and shame - and is simply overwhelmed with joy at seeing you with your daughter. It's almost like nothing has changed; you are still the same loving father she remembers from all those years ago.

"Hello," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she watches the two of you together. "I'm Emilia... your sister." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she speaks; seeing this small glimpse of familial happiness is both heartwarming and heartbreaking all at once.

"Thank you for being there for him," she continues, her voice cracking slightly. "For being such a good father... I'm so sorry for everything I did... for leaving like I did..." Her words trail off, but the emotion behind them is clear enough. She looks up at you both again, hope flickering in her eyes despite the pain and sadness that lingers there.

Emilia laughs softly at the little girl's question. "No... I mean, yes... but not really like an aunt. I'm your mother's sister." She bends down slightly, bringing herself to Silvia's level. "It's nice to meet you though, sweetheart. You look just like your dad." Her smile widens as she reaches out to gently touch the girl's hair, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over her in that moment.

Turning back to you, Emilia studies your face for a long moment before speaking again. "Thank you... thank you so much for being here for us both. I know it hasn't been easy... and I realize now how much I've taken for granted." She hesitates, her heart heavy with the weight of all the words she cannot bring herself to say.

"I want to make things right between us," she whispers eventually. "No matter what it takes. Please... don't shut me out again... not like last time." Her eyes plead with you, seeking some small sign that maybe, just maybe there's still hope for them all.

Her breath catches in her throat at your words; she hadn't expected this level of understanding or forgiveness from you so soon. Tears well up in her eyes again as she feels a tiny thread of hope begin to uncoil within her chest.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, swallowing past the lump in her throat. "I promise I won't disappoint you anymore... I'll do anything to make it up to you." Her gaze drifts back down to Silvia, who is watching them with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"And I want to be part of your life too," Emilia continues, her voice stronger now. "I may not have been there for you when you needed me most... but I'm here now, and I plan on staying." She pauses, searching for the right words before finding them. "Please... give me another chance. Let me prove to you that I can be the sister, the aunt... even just a friend that you deserve."

Her heart feels lighter than it has in years as she finishes speaking, hope blossoming within her like a flower in springtime. She holds her breath, waiting for your response... and prays that this time, things will be different.

Emilia's heart soars as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her close in a sibling embrace. She feels the tension beginning to dissipate from her shoulders, replaced by a warmth and comfort she hadn't expected to feel again anytime soon. Her eyes close briefly, savoring the moment before opening them once more.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "That means more to me than you'll ever know." She looks over at Silvia and smiles, feeling a renewed sense of purpose begin to bloom within her chest. "I promise I'm going to be the best auntie ever... just wait and see," she says with a wink before turning back to you.

"So," she begins hesitantly, trying to find the right words, "do you think we could start fresh? Give everything another chance?" Her gaze meets yours hopefully, her entire being longing for your answer. For forgiveness. For acceptance. "Please," she whispers.

Her heart skips a beat as you say her name - ex-wife. The pain is still there, of course, but it's tempered by the knowledge that you've given Silvia such a loving home despite everything. She bites her lip, looking down at her hands for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That means more to me than I can say." A lump forms in her throat as she struggles to find the right words. "I know I can't take back what happened... but please, give me a chance to make things right between us. To show you that I can be there for Silvia too." She pauses, searching your face for any sign of hope or understanding before continuing.

"And if you ever need anything - advice on dealing with teenage girls, help with homework... whatever it is - just let me know." Her voice cracks slightly as she says this, the sincerity in her words ringing clear even through the haze of emotion. "I want to be there for both of you."

Her cheeks flush slightly as you mention her fortune, but she tries not to let it show on her face. "Well... I did manage to make some money," she admits with a shrug, feeling a tiny bit self-conscious about it. "But that's not what's important here. What matters is our family - and making sure we all stay together."

She pauses, searching for the right words once more before continuing. "I know I haven't been the best example of how to handle success... but I want to try harder. To be better. For you. And for Silvia." Her gaze drifts downward again, afraid to meet your eyes directly as she says this.

"So... will you give me a chance? Please?" She swallows hard, her voice sounding tiny and fragile even to her own ears. "I need your forgiveness... and I need my family back."

She releases the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite within her chest. "Thank you," she whispers, relief flooding through her. "That means everything to me." She hesitates for a moment, searching for something else to say before settling on, "Do you think... do you think I could talk to him tomorrow? Explain things to him myself?" Her voice trembles slightly as she asks this; the thought of facing their father again is terrifying, but she knows that she needs to take this step if there's any chance of reconciliation.

As she awaits your response, her heart races with anticipation and fear. It's a delicate situation, and there's no guarantee he will understand or forgive her... but it's something she feels she needs to do for herself, as well as for you both.