Sister Dearest, I'm sorry

Starling continued to stare at the ground, his jaw clenched and tight as he waited for her to speak, to reprimand him or accept his apology. He wasn't sure what he wanted more, what he expected. Whatever it was, he wanted her to talk to him. He missed her, a lot. Slowly he lifted his gaze to her when her soft voice filled the den, and his chest grew so tight and he felt so heavy. Everything felt so wrong, and no matter what he did he couldn't seem to get a hold, get a footing. He stayed silent as she spoke, wincing away when she mentioned their father and his eyes quickly looked back to the ground, unable to meet her gaze. He whined softly as she pressed into his chest, and he leaned back, away from her touch and affection he didn't feel he deserved. "Mi sento...rotto." He whispered, his voice heartbreaking as he closed his eyes tightly. "Ho cercato così difficile ... per essere qualcosa di padre può essere orgogliosi. Ma ... mi sento così inadeguato , per tutto il tempo . Un fallimento..." He nearly squeaked out, feeling his chest grow tight and his heart race Feeling...dizzy. "Tutto continua ad accumularsi , tutti i miei errori , ogni momento , ogni decisione . E ' difficile respirare , difficile pensare . Difficile anche essere più qui. Non riesco mai a essere qualcosa di ... essere orgogliosi." He shook his head then, sighing heavily. It was hard to explain, he couldn't put it all into words. But he couldn't seem to get his head above water. He couldn't get his footing. "È difficile da spiegare. Sono così stanco , sorella ..."

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"