Двадцять сім 27: Lost family

[motheringnation]

[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.

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[bustydefense]

[Mia sits next to her on the bench, leaving the distance of three hands between them]

[motheringnation]

[Just crying into her hands, don't mind her.]

[bustydefense]

I'd tell you it gets easier, but I'd be lying. And that's not really my style.

[motheringnation]

[She sniffs and wipes her eyes.]

I know...

...I'm just tired t-that's all.

Of everything here. Of losing people, of having ...idiots... like America tell me how horrible my brother is ...r-right after losing him...

[bustydefense]

I know. I am too.

I'll talk to Alfred, if you'd like.