Sister Dearest, I'm sorry
04-20-2016, 06:49 PM
Finch sat there, watching him open and close his mouth several times. She sighed, and her heart still broke for him. It was obvious that her brother was going through something, maybe like an early midlife crisis or something. When he finally spoke, she looked up and met his similar coloured eyes. A small smile was offered, but her ears did not moved from their pinned position. "Sei stato dicendo che molto ultimamente ..." she whispered, shuffling awkwardly on her paws. She honestly didn't know what to say to him, or what to feel towards him. She was hurt that he wasn't there for her when she needed him, but her other siblings had been quick to fill up the gaps. She sighed again, raising to her paws and trying to push her nose softly into his cheek. "Ciò che è stato con te? Non siete stati in giro, e papà è cresciuto pazza. Non sappiamo mai dove sei la maggior parte del tempo ..." She pulled back, trying to study his face. Concern was written all over her features, blue eyes holding her worry. "Sei in una sorta di guai?" Her voice was soft, hardly above a whisper as she held her breath. |
