Was that it?
The reason why he cared for her?
All of the sudden, Oliver couldn't figure it out himself. He understood that he had meddled far too much at one point. But, wouldn't seven years of relationship do that to anyone? Just like how James had known Kyra that long and so had Oliver.
The first time he had met Kyra was when she was twelve years old. He had come to meet James for a group project and Kyra had just arrived home from her tutoring. The little girl was a bundle of joy running out of the car with her uniform and school bag.
It was mid-summer. The heat had baked his skin and coloured the girl's fair skin red. Yet, her smile remained bright without a hint of exhaustion despite the layer of sweats beading down her face.
Her blue eyes felt nostalgic as they locked on him, and her childish voice evoked a memory of a small girl who had called him the same way she did.
"Who are you, big brother?"
