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“How awfully unproductive, but it’s really great that you helped even though you don’t have to. They’re lucky to have you.”

“That certainly does sounds like something... Can’t they do it themselves?”

She is a paradox. She is faithful and yet detached. She is committed and yet relaxed. She loves everyone, and yet no one. She is sociable but also a loner. She is gentle and yet tough. She is passionate but can also be platonic. In short, she is predictable in her unpredictability…

“It still is. I’ve never stopped being your older sister Elsie--it was just... Hard after everything. I know I hurt you but that was never my intent.”

Willa nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her panic to grow worse, but upon seeing that it was only Emmeleigh, Willa relaxed once more. “Hi Emme…” she whispered quietly, still trying to catch her breath.

Feeling the girl’s jolt Emmeleigh lifted her hand off of her and crossed her legs. Seeing Willa like this was not an uncommon fiasco but each time it caused her to feel such an intense need to make it better in any way that she could. To be sure to be there in someone else’s time of need. Smiling softly Emmeleigh spoke in a quiet voice, “Hey there girly... Do you want to talk about what's going on in that head of yours? Or do you prefer doing something else?”

“But I don’t hate myself. If you were listening to me at all, you would know I was just saying how I hate myself less than everyone else.”

“That’s still hate in the end. Unless you mean you actually love yourself and only like everyone else? That would be sweet.”

“Just admit it i’m right.”

“I don’t think it works like that?”

“I know you don’t, but I can’t help it if I worry about you Elsie. It’s my job...”

Emmeleigh heard the the foreign sound against the floor; seemingly out of place in the otherwise elegant movement. From Willa’s expression something was wrong, very wrong. Taking a few tentative steps she walked closer to her crouching down to gently touch her shoulder.

“Oh right, yeah I can do that. It was just an instinct that’s all. I don’t want you to get hurt... Are you eating enough though? I made you some sandwiches earlier today but I don't know if you got them?”

“Well maybe that would explain why you hate yourself then?”