STUPID DOE

Of course it was . It’s almost like it never happened . It’s . . . Sickening . . Being put down meant there was a little whine, but . . Dess knew best . She had to . . “ What . . ? O-Of course we did . . ! “ Her hand squeezed tighter the closer they got, so at the doorknob+

Noelle never decided that . . . She just . . . Couldn’t reach her sister . . . And then suddenly she was gone . . . All the pressure from their mom didn’t help either . . . She won’t forget how much Dess was mentioned in regards to Noelle being . . . Better . . . “ . . . +

It’s best she at least tries to get them on track . If it were up to Noelle, she’d tackle her to the ground and take all her warmth for herself . . “ Mm . . . Okay . . “ A little ‘eep!’ as she was picked up, her little legs kicking about so idly . . . She knew it wouldn’t+

Those words made her hand squeeze just a little longingly . As if she’s been begging to hear those words . . “ I’d spend forever with you too, big sis . . . “ Ah, she’s stopping their walk for a hug . One where Noelle is putting all of her weight onto the other . . She’s got+

Noelle had her hand taken, and she couldn’t possibly be— well . . she could be . . . still . . It’s nice to walk with big sis . . To be called by that name again . . “ Well . . . We can spend all the t-time together that you want . . . “ There’s some weird, selfish feeling+

The question made her look real deep into Dess’ features, taking in as much as she could . . . . . . yeah, she can tell . . . “ n-no . . . we . . . we don’t h-have to . . ? uhm . . . whatever you want . . . “ She wanted to ask when . When they could cuddle in bed again . +