#;meda

     ❛ You look — ❜

                     Miserable.                                            Devastated. 

                Neither of the words fit quite right on her tongue —  they feel                  strange  &&  required empathy she was running short on.  So                 her fidgeting fingers come to a stop as  abrupt  as her words                 that broke the silence had been. Little sister lies, for it comes                 out easier than the truth.  (  Mother had told her to be  polite,                  she was the only one out of three who’d learned the lesson. )