@lostbasil asked: “Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”
What would he say ?
What a question. Sunny frowns quietly, eyes flickering to the side. What could he say to his sister ? If she was in front of him. If he could say one more thing to her before she fell. Before his hands pushed her. Before they faked her end.
Tears were difficult for Sunny. Years of fighting them off, a mental block from the truth. Any tears that could have fallen have long passed. A mourning period that he didn’t get to participate in. He pulls his knees up, burrowing his face against it. It took far too long for him to come up with the words. Sunny closes his eyes for a moment, hesitation, before he takes a breath.
Trust in Basil allows his mouth to open, for words to spill out.
“ That I’m sorry. That I should have told her about how I felt. That if I had said something, then it wouldn’t have gotten to that point. That I still love her, and it was all a stupid accident. I’d never do that to her, it was an accident. “
A hesitation.
“ … I’d ask if she hates me for killing her. “
