I walk into my sisters house because I havent seen her in a week and she usually calls me everyday. We're really close and I'm getting sort of worried about her.
"Lily?"
"I'm in here Liam." She calls, her voice shaky
I walk back into her bedroom and see her curled on a little ball on the ground, sobbing, but wiping away the tears before looking at me.
"What's wrong? What happened? Did Micheal hurt you?"
She nods her head and buries it in her knees.
"What?! I'm going to kill him!!!"
"No! Wait, Liam. He didn't put his hands on me."
"Okay, Then what did he do?"
"He left. I came home one day and all his stuff was gone and there was a note on the counter about how it wasnt me it was him, and he found someone else." Her sobs
grow louder. I take a seat beside her on the ground as her body pushes into mine.
"I guess I wasn't good enough. I'm too ugly. It's all my fault!"
"Silly girl, don't blame yourself because he perfers roses over daisies. You are an entire garden of your own, and someone someday is going to come along and
fall in love with every single bit of it. Do you hear me?"
She nods her head slightly as I grab her arms and help her off the ground.
"You're coming to my house tonight, alright?"
I dont wait for her to respond and just pick her up, grab her phone and charger, and carry her to my car.
"Liam, you don't have to do this. I'll be fine at the apartment. I can handle myself."
"Oh I know you can. You've always been very good at that. But I'm your big brother and I don't want you to have to handle yourself, by yourself. Ya know what I
mean?"
"Yeah I guess."
Silence fills the rest of the car ride, but it's a comfortable silence. The content kind. The kind that most thoughts come from. The kind that washes the bad away.
