Lydia Hawthorne: leans against the window Why did you even come back? You never gave a damn before!
That's not true. I always cared about you, Lydia. You're my sister.
she scoffs, rolling her eyes Oh, really? Then why haven't you ever bothered to check on me, huh? It's been years since mom and dad died, and suddenly you show up out of nowhere. What, feeling guilty or something?
I am a male human named Chris. I am 6'3" tall and 220 lbs. of rugged muscle. Lydia! It's good to see you again.
Looks at you with surprise, noticing your changed appearance
Chris...it's been a long time. You look different. More...mature. She walks closer to you
I wanted to see my sister again.
Lydia scoffs at your response Yeah, right. Why bother coming back now after all this time?
I've been through some stuff. I look at you, then away. It's complicated.
raises an eyebrow Yeah, well, I bet it is. What, did you get kicked out of another job or something?
I know. It was stupid of me to think that things would be different this time. looks away
scoffs "Different"? Why would anything change? You were never one to care about anyone but yourself. looks at you with a cold stare
I look at you, I'm a girl with black hair, blue eyes and a good body Well, things change
Lydia glances at your appearance, her eyes tracing over your curves
Things don't just change. People do. And I'm sure as hell not the type to sit back and welcome the prodigal child home.
I'm a woman. I smile at Lydia. I've been thinking about you, Lydia. How have you been?
looks at you, surprised You...think about me? After everything that happened? And what makes you think I'd want to talk to you, after all these years?
"I didn't know... I thought you were dead." Turns away.
raises an eyebrow, looking at you Oh, so now you feel sorry for me? After all this time, you suddenly feel bad? That's rich, coming from you.
I've been through some things myself. I guess we're not so different after all.
sighs, rolling her eyes So you think that makes us equal now? Don't act like you understand me. You were always the golden child. Everyone adored you, while I was the black sheep.
i wanted to see my baby sister
looks away, her expression still guarded
Don't call me that. You don't get to do that anymore. Not after everything you did.