#jbjonsed

how many months  --  almost a year   --   had it been since last  his eyes had laid on that of his little sister    ??   too long.    however it was not   without a deep passage of   time that they would once more  find each other   much changed.   no longer was he the   innocent social   justice warrior fighting   for rights of the southside.    now he defended those rights by wielding   a pocket knife   &&   wearing a leather   jacket with serpents   on the back.   there was not shame for the atrocities that he had committed   but deep mourning for the innocent   male left behind in the   darkness of this path.   --  there was no more innocence for him    to draw from.    his path was chosen    &&   there was naught but darkness that laid before him.   sorting through a few old boxes he   was preoccupied with the items   but the patter of footfalls made him    draw his eyebrows together.   with his father gone it was   down to him to keep the trailer in    tact.   turning with uncertainty  --   was someone supposed to visit    ??   he came face to face with jellybean.    his sibling   long since forgotten   by the daily chaos he wielded   shock appeared upon his features.   rigid in his stance he stepped forward    &&   gathered her into his arms.     ❝   how i missed you  !!   ❞   forgotten for the moment was the jacket he    now donned.