#evenfallhqsstart

fred pretends not to notice the other bookstore patrons shrink away from him. involuntary as their actions may be, and as intimately familiar he may be with the feeling, the reminder that he is repulsive is not a pleasant one. he has been practicing controlling his so-called gift, but it’s harder around humans. he supposes he’s lucky that he’s manage to subdue it to this point — at least people aren’t actively leaving the store yet.

he’s been here for ten minutes, struggling to find the book he needs. it’s far longer than he prefers to stay, never wanting to subject unwitting victims to himself for very long. he considers leaving, but neither the library or the store across town have it, so this his last resort unless he ventures into the city. so he lets out a quiet sigh and makes the decision to take a chance with the person down the aisle. he isn’t sure if they work here, but hopefully they’re more familiar with the store’s layout than him. “hi, uh, excuse me? can you help me with something?” then, remembering his manners, “please?” 

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.

lithe fingers skim over piano keys, the notes of liszt’s liebestraum no. 3 echoing through the dimly-lit room. it’s getting late, and she knows the security guard will likely be coming around to lock up the building soon. she is tucked away in the music room of the local college. scarcely occupied at this hour, it is one of the few absurdly human places jane has deigned to occupy. it also happens to be one of the few places in this dreaded town with access to a piano. 

jane is halfway through her piece when she suddenly stills, incoming footsteps differing from those of the familiar security guard. when the door finally clicks open, she doesn’t even turn to acknowledge the intruder. “this room is occupied. get out.” 

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.​

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.

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.