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          as  soon  as  he  gave  in ,  lara  let  out  a  little     ‘  yes  ’     and  threw  an  arm  around  her  friend’s  shoulders .     “  you  want  it ,  you  got  it .  i  could  kill  for  a  cheeseburger  right  now  anyway .  let’s  not  let  it  get  to  that  point  and  just  leave  already ,  alright ?  ”     walking  back  and  getting  into  the  car ,  she  put  her  seatbelt  on  and  waited  for  him  to  start  driving  to  his  choice  of  place .  lara  then  casually  tried  to  pick  a  song  and  decided  on  a  cheesy  90′s  pop  song .     “  what  classes  did  you  have  today ?  ”     a  pause ,  she  then  smirked .     “  not  that  anything  would  beat  hanging  out  with  me ,  though .  ”

an cheesey 90′s pop song was filling the car and it made him smile in response as he found it amusing. he wasn’t expecting his day to go like this, but with lara, anything is possible with a little spontaneous adventure. his gaze from the road to the side before looking to the road with an soft smirk forming upon his lips. “of course not, but i just had three classes today. morning was going to be for two hours with algebra ll, then a hour of english literature, then a hour of home cooking for my extracellular class.” he looked over to her finally once pulling into the parking lot of a burger joint that he likes to frequent often, turning off his engine on he’s set in place in the parking spot. “what were your classes today?” he asked when unbuckling his seatbelt - luckily this spot wasn’t any more than eight minutes out from the university.

jasper has more than enough tuxedos and suits already ; having been to more than a few black tie events over the years and having a body that never changes will do that. his history of making sure that something he picked out wasn’t terribly fashionable - because fashion goes in and out of season, but there are some styles that are forever - means that he doesn’t necessarily have to pick something up today. he’s leaving his options open though. now, he gives eric an appraising look. “it looks nice, if a bit on the casual side. is that what you were going for?”

“yeah, i like a casual look when going to something special sometimes.” he mentioned with fixing the turtleneck for the moment then offering an soft smile once more. “i’m just not sure if the turtleneck is okay to go with or should i try more of a tie and vest instead?” his brows furrow as he wasn’t sure and yet he was sure that alice may get on his case when coming in with a turtleneck under his suit. “do you think alice might yell at me for wearing this? i think that’s the bigger question.” an soft smirk forms this time, everyone in this town knows alice likes to have things looking perfect in whatever her attention or project is at the time.

“well cheese is the most important part of a charcuterie board, so you’ve got the basics down pat!” abbie exclaims, moving out of the way so that the other woman can come into the home. once she is safely inside, abbie closes the door behind her, leading her farther into the house. “beyond that, a charcuterie board is basically whatever you want it to be.” they come into the living room, where she has set everything up on the coffee table. it is quite the spread - too much of a spread perhaps if she is being honest, but she cannot help the fact that she got excited. “there’s fruits and fruit spreads, meats and vegan meats if that’s what you’re into, several different types of cheese: hard and soft, sweet and savory, don’t worry, i remember what each one is and i’m not going to get upset if you have lots of questions! the questions are my favorite part!” okay, so maybe she’s gone overboard. she can only hope she’s not scaring the other off.

it was adorable how much of a spread that was made and it was clear to how excited the other was over this set. her gaze shift along the board before looking to the other with an gracing smile in return as she spoke. “this looks way too good.. oh wow, you even got the thin sliced honey ham?” the scent was enough to point out as she let out an soft chuckle in response. “actually, i would love to have something to drink first.. i got thirsty on the way over.” admitting with an soft scrunch of her nose, her gaze simply follows the other toward the couch then turning her head as she checks out the living room once more.

once the glasses were brought along with the drink of their choice, she was already settled upon the couch with her shoes off near the door as an customary habit created by father in their house. her brows rose once the glass was proposed to her before taking it gently from the other to take an small sip then humming softly to the taste. “this is pretty good too.. i love the taste of this.” she admit when looking to abbie before giving an soft smile in return, lifting the plate that set on the side to hand the other to abbie then using the utensils to place some of the food items upon her plate. “wait - what is this?” she pointed toward the cheese that seems like it’s molding and she couldn’t help to feel slightly disgusted by it.

a forty-three second phone call is what brings abbie to the hospital that day; mia had called, rushing and stumbling through something so vague and tense that abbie didn’t stand a chance in being able to follow. what had happened before the call ended is all that really cemented in her mind : the coffee at the hospital is shit, jenny is at the hospital for some reason, and abbie has been tasked with performing acts of coffee preparation as well as delivery services. the only thing she knows for sure is that jenny is not the one in the hospital bed, and that is pretty much the only thing that kept her from running out of the house in her pajamas. now she enters the hospital, coffee in hand, and begins her search - not an easy task when she has so little information to go upon, but she’s willing to put in the leg work.

it turns out though that the leg work is not required. only moments after she steps through the sliding glass doors of the emergency room, a familiar voice breaks out in what may very well be the most heartbreaking sound that abbie has ever been forced to hear. she doesn’t think; one moment she is frozen and the next moment she is running. coffee left behind at the nurse’s station, an older woman calling after her out of concern or panic or worse, abbie can’t be bothered with any of it. jenny calls out for restitution, a wail of heartbreak what’s source abbie is not yet aware, but the most important thing now is to reach her. she comes through the door.

pale skin, scarlet blood, ivory hair that looks so much like jenny’s, now tacky with viscera and limp from lack of life. her hand is one of the only things left clean, wiped clean perhaps if they had the time, or maybe it is simply a tragic coincidence. it hangs at her side, death making a mockery of what once would have connected her to other people, intertwined fingers, skin against skin. worse still is the flat tone coming from the monitor; mia stands by it, blood soaking their scrubs through, sad eyes as they press the button - the monitor turns off, and the flat tone goes with it.

the task at hand: jenny’s hands, pressed to the floor, the blood there and abbie cannot stand it - she reaches for her, wants desperately to make everything okay, to make right what cannot be made right, what can never be right again. she doesn’t get the chance to comfort her before the young woman is standing, grabbing onto her with surprising strength. tears stream down her face and abbie’s heart aches, tears welling up in her own eyes; what can never be right again - she never would have wanted this to happen. not to anyone she knew, not to anyone important, but especially not to jenny. the young woman speaks, and abbie’s tears well over - she is crying too, and she hates herself for it.

“you-” abbie starts, but jenny is already moving, grabbing ahold of a chair and slamming it against the ground, again and again. the noise is a cacophony, an echo that reverberates around the small hospital room, and abbie is desperate - she has no idea what to do. she looks to mia - they only stare blankly back; they are just as lost as she is. reluctantly, she looks to carlisle - he left the room while she wasn’t paying him mind. she hesitates, but she cannot just stand here; she reaches for jenny, pulls her away and into the tightest hug that she can manage. any other time she would worry about hurting the other girl. now, all that matters is calming her. “jenny-”

but the woman is moving again, hair twisted beneath searching fingers, body against the wall as she slides down it. all abbie can do is hover within reach, hope that jenny will sit there, that she will allow herself to be held, that holding her will somehow make things even just a little bit better, as impossible as that would be. “jenny, i’m here,” she says, because it is all that she can say. and she waits.

the anger was overwhelming in the way that rose within her being at how unfair life is truly being. not only has she taken care of her youngest sister since their father’s death with their eldest brother’s help until she was of age to get a job to help in supporting, but then said brother ditched them to follow his dreams. there was an agreement that happened where she would stay behind to support their younger sister so that he can complete college and pass the bar to garner more money to support them in the future. now the brother has left them behind to enjoy his new life in seattle as they stayed behind with struggling to keep the shop open. it has been like this for years except her younger sister was able to help support the shop by running it along her side with the side job of painting and selling her paintings to collect money this way.

there was no doubt that their bond was more closer as she look to her more of her best friend than just her younger sister. she lost family, the one she took care of and closest to, her only best friend in this lifetime that understood her through and through. knowing all her problems and now there was no more arguments to be made in that household, no advice to be given. the pain is simply too unbearable as she couldn’t help the sob that rippled through her entire being at the other. “d-dai..sy..” the sob is so broken as she could feel her being then begin to shook under the overwhelming emotions that push through her.

“i was always ready!” her hands squeezed at the strands against her scalp t hat it burned, unmingling them in that moment to suddenly grasp abbie’s arms as she stared into the other’s eyes. “i’ve always been ready to go first!” her gaze searching as the tears simply poured with redness around the rim - scared of being alone was her worst fear in this entire world. her younger sister was her safety net to pull her back by reassuring her that she wasn’t going to leave. “sh-she was so.. young!” she took an quick breathe then moving her searching hands until an hand rest upon the back of abbie’s neck to suddenly pull her close into an crushing hug. knees spread and she’s accepting the other fully in this sense as she clung to her in a devastating moment - letting the other feel how fast her heart was racing. 

the memories were still flooding her brain of how her younger sister looks upon the stretcher and in the ambulance. how the skin simply ooze in it’s mess of blood and maybe some part of her understood that she may not make it, but there was always that hope that she would. she looked so much worse than the better and she couldn’t bring herself to understand what had happened for this much of an attack to happen. her younger sister had always known what to do situations when a bear is approaching - even shoved a few bear sprays in the youngest’s bag before she left on her trip.

Chelsea was getting a perverted kind of joy from the scene unfolding before her, watching a woman crumble into the fire that was raging inside of her, it was poetic in a way. And something she could so intimately relate to. That fire, once fed, would never disappear, always hungry for more. The guard hardly flinched as Jenny grabbed more chairs, throwing them all across the room, creating cracks in glass or plastered walls. Crimson eyes only lift from her form to watch the track of destruction as it grew right before her eyes, the same cracks she created in relationships out in the open for all to see. 

The guttural screams that accompanied the chaos was music to her ears and she closed her eyes for a moment as she lost herself in it before coming back to reality. This was the kind of chaos Chelsea was allowed to enjoy. No one was in danger of being found out or finding out too much, not right now. Things were allowed to be out of control as long as it could be explained away as a broken hearted sister. 

“I don’t know.” Her words were true, honest in a time when she didn’t need to be. She wasn’t sure why no one had been able to smell it considering how many of them were sensitive to the scent, it made no sense. That aside, she didn’t know why she had to die. Chelsea believed that chaos controlled the universe, there didn’t have to be a reason for horrible things to happen just like there didn’t need to be one when good things happened. Things simply happened. Watching her, the blonde’s features softened by a fraction. “I lost my son when he was young. It wasn’t supposed to happen.” But it did. “I felt like my heart shattered, I couldn’t breath. I felt like I was on fire and nothing would ever stop me from feeling that way…but you will survive.”

there were hardly few that did know the true extent to her power would applaud her for keeping it under control during an time like this, but she truly did not wish to do so. the habit is only formed there as an promise to her father - to only use it for her benefit, which were to survive. the tingling still lingers, crawling along her skin at the itch to be free and to be released in her malice of anger to blame anyone.

the heaving breathes leaving her guts as she turned with an burning ache still firing within her being to simply stare at the blonde figure. her fingers curl into her palm to form an fist as she would listen to the other’s story and for some reason - she couldn’t find any form of pity or empathy to give toward the woman. not when she was reveling in her own swirl of emotions due to the lost of her only family member left. her eldest brother has diminished his role as a brother in her eyes when he chose not to help the shop financially and leaving them in the dirt.

her gaze shift as her fists shook in response to listening to the woman’s story and the twinge guilt that continuously try to settle within her chest were becoming quite annoying. there’s no one anyone could have known that her sister was in the woods - weak and cold, but it still angered her to the very core that she was not found any time sooner.

“i have lost... the only two people.. who means the most to me.. in this world..” the vibration of her cellphone has finally clicked as it settled in the back pocket of her jeans. her hand reached down to take it out then finding the cell number to belong to her brother. messages upon messages along with photos were placed in the texts of explaining that the attack does not seem more than it’s stated. 

an intake of an heavy, shaking breath then forcing it out through her lips when reading them over to simply bare the images of her younger sister once more in her weakest moments. spread among the stretcher then at the crime scenes with various more involved. “i- i can’t..” she breathed when shaking her head, carding strands of hair in her movement before moving to kneel in an squat with her hands in her head once more. her phone resting against the side of her hend and pressed between the palm of her hand as she shut her eyes before forcing them open. “all i see is her.. i loved her so much..” her breath quickens to try and submerge the sobs.

the mere blood marks carded along her temples and against the scalp of her hair from earlier was never minded from the middle sibling. not even thought of as the images of her younger sister in her most gory moment was splayed upon the stretcher and grasping breathes - how she looked so scared and wanting to reach out to her. next were the photographs that her eldest brother sent to where she was at her crime scene, laying there, so helpless and it was traumatizing.

he’s been in the field for a very long time, but carlisle is sure the scene he saw today will haunt him. it was beyond a bear attack, that he was certain. not that he’d ever tell anyone beyond his family if he had any idea what it might be. he wrenched his hands as he stepped outside, trying to slow down his mind. maybe it was some strange miracle that esme was right outside the door, but the sight of her brought him a sense of relief. maybe he’d been worrying more than he realized. “ if i’m honest, not really, ” he admitted. “ worse than anything i’ve seen before. even emmett was better off than the poor girl was. ” he scrubbed his hands over his face as he sat down beside her. “ and i hate that it means there’s going to be more questions later from the visitors we have in town. she was so young, esme. ”

her brows simply furrow slowly the more that he spoke in tune to her own worries. the simple fact that emmett’s attack seem to bode more for him to be better off, was enough to let her know how brutal the attack truly was upon the poor human. nearest hand move to settle upon his upper back when smoothing over to try and appease him even an ounce of relief, her own brows smoothing out as she let out an soft sigh due to the situation. “then remind me to tell you of a visit that we just had from an certain visitor that seems to be intrigued..” her words were soft, sure that the lather would hear whether they were still around or not. “you have done everything that you could have, and that poor girl was beyond help..” it was not the best choice of words, but reassurance was better than trying to console the situation at hand as she understood for an long time how he feels toward these situations. her nearest hand moving from his upper back toward his shoulder to give an few squeezes before an soft smile form to fall shortly after with her gaze.

“The coniglie are worried?” Chelsea mused, not caring much how the townies felt around here, nothing more than meat with a heartbeat. Skittering around, nervous about their inevitable demise. However, she had to give them some credit in this situation. This could turn into something to be concerned about. “I was under the impression the Olympic coven had a handle on this area and yet, all I’m hearing about are ‘bear’ attacks,” she made a show of putting air quotes around the word, “and now this. On a full moon…I hardly think this is what I’d call being under control, passerotta.”

the mere nickname were amusing on their part to say the least, but this was no time for any sort of laughing matter or retort toward it. her gaze shift toward the blonde with an simple stare. her heart could hardly contain the fact that it is someone the town knew so well, how hearts were breaking from those who knew the family.  “perhaps there lies the meaning to do not meddle.” her tone was normal with hints of stern toward the vampire before offering an curt smile once more. “and there is no need to worry - for we will get to the bottom of it.” there was not going to be a chance that she will slip her own thoughts toward an guard.

perhaps the worst part of all of this, the whole situation, was that mia had to see jenny at her lowest, unable to help. sure, they had heard about jenny losing her father, how it shook the town. but they are directly tied here, a nurse in charge of the youngest ma’s care. there’s no running from guilt or hiding from the public’s eye now, just pushing through the remnants of their night, piecing together the fragments of the night as they surface. 

with dr. cullen trying to save her in the OR, mia was put on standby, though staying out of it made them ache. they had to do something. they grabbed their sweatshirt out of their locker and grabbed some shitty coffee from the nurse station before making the decision to show up in the room where jenny was waiting. “ no news yet, ” mia said first. it was clear she was expecting an update, but they were empty-handed in that regard. “ just offering something to warm you up. it’s freezing in here. ” they set their things down on the the small table, fighting the urge to wring their hands. “ i wish i had more than that. i can call someone if you need me to. ”

her lips were pressed against her jacket’s sleeve with the way she was positioned in the chair. not to mention that with the answer of their own came to just more sadness and worrisome to fill her being once more when lifting her head in response to having coffee set upon the small table. having to see her younger sister up close in the ambulance ride was more shocking to say the least in how she looked - how she looked like she may not make it and she could only hope her sister heard her words. arms clasped around her knees were still wrapped tight to hug her knees toward herself when simply watching them - an added distraction that felt welcoming but also not in the same moment. 

“..you don’t know anything more than that?” an simple heart broken tone with an small quiver to her lips as she leaned from her knees to sit up more, sniffing before she leaned toward the small table to grab the cup of coffee to take an quick sip of. it was bitter - which she hated, but she couldn’t bring herself to give any kind of reaction toward it. the action itself was pretty nice, but she couldn’t think about it as she wanted to - she only wanted answers for how her sister is doing.

“..i need to call my brother.. he needs to be here.” she mentioned with an bleary gaze that were filled with salty tears.

caden called for jenny before they even realized they were speaking, though their voice sounded foreign to their own ears. so much was happening for so early in the morning, even the sirens had jolted them awake to the edge of the hiking trail their siblings so often ventured off on. still, she’s a familiar face, one that caden understood the panicked look of. “ not that i’ve heard yet, ” they admitted, offering a hand from the crowd. “ i’ve not even seen charlie come back up. i don’t think i’ve seen anyone recently besides, well, this crowd of folks. have you heard from your sister? ”

the realization that caden hasn’t even seen charlie among the crowd and for what was going on meant that this was pretty serious. caden is someone that they grew up around and remembers fondly, pretty good friends but not close friends or anything like that. at least she knew that she can count on them for anything that could happen - even if it meant a place to stay for a few days to even a few weeks. her expression shown more of worrisome at this point when grasping the other’s hand to simply follow where ever they lead. “the cell services aren’t really good when you’re hiking around here, but i did try at least three times.”

There were multiple reasons Chelsea had gone to the hospital after the news, knowing the body would be called just that soon after arrival. After so many years of seeing death with her own eyes, you didn’t need much to know what the outcome of an attack like this would be. Humans were nothing if not fragile. Their bodies resilient yet weak to the forces that had descended onto the town so long ago. One of those reasons was to see the aftermath, the fallout from those involved as some way to gather more information about the people who lived her. The other was, for lack of a better word, for entertainment. Her mind was constantly begging for some kind of stimulation and here it was. 

She was settled in one of the many chairs in the waiting room, doing exactly what it was made for when the wails started to echo. Heels boots clicked against the tile as Chelsea walked over, taking her time as she watched her heartbreak unfold before her eyes. Though she’d long since distanced herself from humans and her own past, there were moments ( like this ) when the memories came flooding back. Instead of walling them off, pushing them aside or spiraling, Chelsea felt a twinge of empathy. She could see her children torn to pieces, her husband’s lifeless form - somehow Jenny’s wails didn’t seem loud enough. She watched as multiple people tried to console her, knowing nothing would ever work as well as feeling her loved ones arms around her. Nothing would ever compare. 

“Leave her.” Chelsea directed, eyeing the nurses and security, pushing the idea that they didn’t want to care for her into their minds, watching as they all started to disperse. Stepping closer, the blonde crouched down, leaning in towards the inconsolable woman who was seemingly trying to disappear into the wall itself. “Louder. No one’s going to stop you now. Scream for her.” 

the only words that made it through her mind was louder and that no one was going to stop her from letting it out. the anger and pain, the emotions that wash over he entire body despite it’s visible shakes in it’s wake. her brows scrunch when pressing her temple against the cooling wall before turning her head to press her forehead more into it, the ache was settling in her chest and it was hurting so bad to bare with it. one thing with jenny is that she never had a shrieking type of tone to whether she cried or was scared, these wails were coming more from her guts and guttural in it’s response to everything that is happening around her. unable to contain it any longer was when another noise past through her throat and it was a mingle of emotions.

anger and sadness wrapped her like no other for the upmost guilt that wants to reside within her heart and brain so badly - that she should’ve gone with her younger sister on the camping trip. she was determined to try and make more money with the shop and opt’d to stay with another small sale going on to bring in more customers - that was the plan for the weekend, not this.

her poor body couldn’t handle the frustration as she stood from the wall despite the other woman being near and moving aside from her to grab another chair. one by one to throw them against the walls, against the windows, against the doors - it seems never ending with her anger. the guttural screams that came with the action was increasing with every movement - rising the blood that was boiling from within for everything that has gone wrong. 

after broken chairs and holes among the walls with cracks in several windows, there was an persistent need to blame those that was suppose to keep her alive - no matter the cost. of course she knew that this was the anger from within and that no one is truly to blame - even herself as no one could have guessed that this animal attack could’ve happened.

“she laid there - fucking cold and bleeding - why didn’t no one notice her sooner.” the venom spat from her teeth as she looked to the woman that still managed to stay in the room despite all of what just happened. “why did she have to die.” her face was red despite the tears that seem to do their job of cooling more than releasing her sadness. “she hasn’t even lived..” the sharp intake of breath as she simply stared at the woman before her face slowly scrunch before opting to furrow her brows instead - not minding the everlasting tears. 

From her seat, Chelsea continued to watch the couple as they shuffled off, wondering how in love they really could have been for her mental gymnastics to have had quite the effect, but it didn’t matter. None of this mattered to her. They were hardly more than ants swarming over scrapes of a picnic. Unimportant and disposable. “Seattle? I hadn’t thought of that.” Though it was an obvious and easy solution. It provided plenty of cover for more nefarious activities, the way crowded cities always did. And it would certainly give her more options with how to spend her time. “Do you go to Seattle often?” Chelsea asked, inching her chair slightly closer as she leaned her elbow on the table he was working on. Her eyes fell to the paper, tilting her head as she read a few sentences. “Am I interrupting?” 

the human hardly paid attention toward the couple as it was more toward the person that took the chair to sit at his table. he was listening while writing down his answer upon the paper with an pen, giving an small shake of his head when she asked if she were interrupting. “not really - i’m almost done with it.” he mentioned, lifting his head to look to her once more. “and i don’t really head there as often as i would like to, but it’s a pretty fun city, if you’re looking for more things to do.” it was a temporary solution to their problem as further down the road, they may be bound to get bored of seattle all together too. “are you new here or just visiting?” he wasn’t sure to place on whether he has seen her before or not.

It had been a whirlwind as soon as the sun had risen and the news of Jenny Ma’s sister spread like wildfire. Chelsea had heard the whispers before the deluge had broken and she wasn’t happy. Not at all. She’d hardly been able to sit still and so, she found herself walking to the hospital, wondering if she’d be able to ease any kind of pain ( unusual fo her ) but doubtful it’d help and not giving much more thought to it. “Why wouldn’t I be alright, Esme?” She asked, sitting on the bench next to the other vampire. “Another human dead, that’s hardly news to us.” Simply a fact. “I am concerned though. Wondering how something like this could happen with all of us here.” Chelsea wasn’t concerned about the guard having had something to do with it, they weren’t so messy. So obvious. “I thought you had a handle on things.”

as to taking in the other’s figure before returning an curt smile in response to the other, unsure to why something like this has happened with everyone around. “no it’s not, but this time, it’s more of a local that is dead than a stranger.” she mentioned when looking from chelsea to cross her right leg over her left to rest the back of her right knee upon the top of her left knee. “with that comes with more curious questions from people who do live here, all their lifespan at least.” she turned her head from the other before crossing her arms before her chest. “what is it that you are trying to imply?” the question was of a curious tone when turning her attention back toward the vampire.

someone that she knew had brought her out here with one phone call. one that showed care and known of her younger sister’s plans to be camping for the weekend, wanting to know if those plans were canceled or whether she was still home or not. she left the pick up truck on the scene as she found the small crowd ahead along with the flashing lights from the ambulance and police cars, turning back to her truck once she was in between the two places upon the road then turning back due to hearing her name from the crowd. her heart was beating against her chest in response to everything that was happening around her, but the only thought in mind is that she only hopes that it’s not her younger sister. “have they found out who it is yet?” her question rose. she wish cell service could work in the woods so she could just call or send her sister a text, get any kind of response to know she’s ok.

the ambulance ride to the hospital were only in silence as the two is more than enough stunned and shocked to even speak to one another. the only words that would leave her lips were simply mere words of (  i’m sorry..  ) and then (  i should have went with you.  ) and finally (  i love you.  )

now in the hospital where her sister is being overlooked by doctor carlisle, she could only hope that by some miracle.. her younger sister would make it through this.

curled up in chair at the front of the hospital where it’s in a secluded room, the large window provided enough of the sunlight to illuminate the room as tears fell long past her cheeks as worry continues to fill her entire being. the risk of losing her younger sister seems so huge in this aspect. what she going to lose her? there was no way of knowing and she couldn’t stand not to know - not knowing whether she is going to make it through this or not. her thoughts were occupied that not even the noise that came into the room would bring her out of them until they were in her view. her head lifted to look at the person who came forward and she didn’t care how she looked in the moment, only to see if they may possibly know more than she would.

the yearning gaze was there as she simply stared, waiting for an answer from the person.

an wailing noise has broken through the hospital, so sudden, shortly after the thump to indicate that the person had hit the ground. the news of the timing to younger sister’s death hit the thick air in it’s anticipation and that was all that’s needed to be said to break the elder sister’s heart. the only time the people of this town would hear the similar noise was in timing to her father’s death prior - only there, she had her younger sister to comfort and look after in order to keep her busy and her mindset off of it. now there was no one to keep her mind at bay to focus upon. her little sister is gone and it’s too hard to bare as she lets out an devastating cry at the confirmation.

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

that’s all that ran through her mind with the sudden thought of being alone. no more bickering with her younger sister in the morning to get ready for her online classes or to open the shop. no more arguments with her over not opening the shop and spending the beautiful day doing other things or to pick up each other’s clothes in the corridor of their home. there was not a single thing to look forward to in those moments anymore. now the house is to be lonely in response to missing her younger sister’s presences and that was too much to bare.

her hands pressed against the cooling tiles where her sister’s dried blood mingled with her own slightly to create her own hand marks against the grout lines as she lets out another cry in response. head shaking in response to those around her and before she knew it - her feet were to the ground and she manhandled the person that were right in front of her by grabbing onto their arms.

“how can i-” the words were choking as she tried but her anger was starting to come through. “how can i live without her!” she grasped her breath before shaking her head as the tears fell. “i raised her all these years!” the heightened tone in her breath as her eyes widen in the moment and the anger was too much to bare as she suddenly left the person by releasing their arms to grab the nearest chair within the room to slam down against the tiles. few times she was able to do this until she was stopped by someone and the choking breathes as she tried to make herself breath - it was too hard to bare. 

her body broke out from the sudden person’s embrace as she turned back with her hands raised, shaking in the air as she quickly turned back with her hands pushing through her hair as another cry left her in response. the trauma of losing her father was starting to come to play in timing to her grievance along with her anger issues and she was trying her hardest - her body shoved against the wall as she kneeled into a squat to lean against the wall at her side to hold onto her hair tightly in response.

an somber morning to say the least in recent news of the youngest of the ma’s family to be dead. the seat provided upon the bench near the hospital as she conflicted on where to go, to work and continue the day to get the work done or to visit the hospital and make sure the sweet girl was alright. she was always fond of jenny ma and her family - maybe an nice flower arrangement could be in order, but she knows that wouldn’t help too ease the pain any less. hearing the approaching footsteps cause her head to turn in direction before offering an soft smile to the person. “are you doing alright?” the question rose as she examine their expression along with their body language as they spoke.​

footsteps carried him along the sidewalk in town as the gossips ripped through like wildfire over the death of jenny ma’s younger sister. he has grown up around the three ma’s siblings and was pretty close in terms of being good friends with all three of them. he was there for the death of their father and now he couldn’t imagine, to be there for the death of one of the siblings. it hurts his heart - losing her like this and he’s sure most people wish they could turn back time to avoid this incident. “i just can’t believe we lost her.” he mentioned in a soft tone when walking alongside with someone, not denying the one tear would fall as he squeezed his eyes shut due to suddenly standing in place. “she was a good person, she didn’t deserve to go out like that.” his fingers curled against his palm to form a fist due to his frustration.