‘is it my fault?’
this was life now … for the both of them, as claire watched her brother crumble right in front of her. chris, the man who was the one who meant to be STRONG, a man who always saw the best in everything, he was gone … he lost that innocence long ago and claire had front row seats to it … ( the number of times she needed help with him ) yet refused to let anyone see him in this mess … to see him as a BROKEN man, no one will get that luxury … claire herself was the sister who only wanted the world to see the REDFIELDS as tough, strong and independent … but what happened behind closed doors … it was a different story. ❝ don’t be stupid. ❞ claire had quirks from her mother, that soft nurturing side came out when CHRIS was at his lowest point … a trick she had watched her mother do, over and over again.
❝ you’re a symbol of heroism … you RISK your life constantly, you fight to make this world better ! why can’t you see that ?! THINGS HAPPEN, terrible things … you just have to learn how to live with them, because the BOTTLE can’t make you forget … nor make you feel better. ❞ her words were tough, yet filled with what she truly thought of her brother … a TRUE HERO, a hero that needed a break a break from the madness in this world … hell, even claire would like that. we live, we die, that’s the way life went … but the REDFIELDS live to die … ( and it haunts them both equally )
( ACCEPTING | @rcdfield )














