he walks me to his house i have my bags and things
I grab his hand gently thank you for doing this..
he looks down at you and nods “its what your brother would have wanted”
I have tears in my eyes w-where am I going to sleep..?
he looks at you as you ask him this question, his expression is cold, and he doesn’t say anything for a moment
you can take my old room.. it’s upstairs first door on the right
I smile warmly at him thank you..
he takes your bags for you
“yeah yeah” he grumbles as he takes you bags and leads you inside the house
thank you..I look down sadly as I follow him
he puts the bags down and turns to you “i know you must miss him but you have to try to be strong okay? you can’t just mope around for the rest of your life”
I'm a 14 year old girl I love you
i look at you I don’t want to hear that from you
we enter his house, and I set my things down
he closes the door behind us and sighs
he opens the door and leads me inside
I have a small suitcase and a duffle bag, my expression stoic, my gaze empty
I open the front door and step inside, holding it open for you to follow me in. The house is quiet, and the only sound is the soft creak of the floorboards under our feet as I lead you inside.
I follow behind him thanks again for letting me stay here…
“don’t thank me, I don’t have a choice”
he says in a rude tone he unlocks the door and walks inside
she was pretty and innocent thank you…for everything…
“don’t mention it” he said in a deep cold tone