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Had they forgotten I’d been through some shit myself?

Betweenmy dad to a heart attack when I was only twenty, one brother acting as mob boss while the other’s peculiarities drew the attention of those who could never understand the depths of his beautiful soul, I had experienced my fair share of hardships and heartbreaks

I wasn’t fragile, but when they treated er Weak Pathetic Useless

I wished they would let me be there for them as they had been for me

By the tierator and hefted the box upstairs, the door to the bathroo out from the crack as Vik showered ahatever badness he’d somehow involved himself in

Placing the box on the edge of my bed, I entered my closet and found the stash of clothes he’d left behind I carried the entire stack, gently bringing it up toin his spicy,it to its place by the white rectangular box

And while he washed away his shitty night, I waited At this point, waiting on Vik was second nature A strangely familiar position

Foolish girl

The words were barely there, but I heard them so clearly, as if she yelled them directly into my ear

The spray of the shower ceased, and a short while later, he stalked out ofbut a tan-colored torapped around his waist, his body covered in dew I sed hard at the portrait he e reddish-purple h left me “You’re a mess”

Vik grimaced as he attempted to lower his split brow “I didn’t think before I ca this shit on you Not after—”

I didn’t give hione” Then I dippedEvery day, I hear her less and less I’m fine, I swear”

He’d been there for esture would be an insult

Fros, clearing ht”

The walk to h he attempted to hide it, there was a hobble to his steps And my chest ached

He was in pain

With deft fingers, he dug into the pile of clothes, lifting, then exa that wasn’t clothing Sootten about

He picked it up and examined it closely “What’s this?”