Двадцять сім 27: Lost family

May 20, 2011 01:08

[Brother was still gone. And it still hurt. Because that ...thing, accent-less, America praising...thing, was not him. He hadn't even gotten all awkward when she brought him a sunflower. Or tried to make her stay over for a few days.

She never thought she'd miss being tricked into spending a weekend at his house.

But life goes on, and so does she. Only she's been a lot quieter lately. You can find her

A. At work in the flower shop. She's a little distracted as she arranges some flowers. They're not sunflowers. She's been avoiding those recently.

B. Sitting off to the side in the park on a bench. She's not crying, really. It's just...the light, dirt, something stuck in her eyes.

C. Outside her house, she's trying to cheer herself up by working in the garden, you can find her there humming her national anthem as she works, a little sadder sounding then she usually sounds with this tune.]

work work work, worrying, busy hands, so much tears

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