Masks | Bass & Mira
He buried his face into the person’s neck, not caring anymore. The tears continued to flow, his hands clench on the person’s slim waist almost bruising the skin, therefore moving his harsh grip as he bunches up the cloth in his hands in a painful grip, but not hurting the person. “Why why why?" He said in a sad, painful tone in his voice, forcing his face into the warm skin, his tears flowing. His fists tighten, skin turning white as he tries to breath in and out, trying to control himself, to get himself together. He can’t be weak. He can’t fall apart now, not when his sister’s need him most. He breaths in and out roughly against the person’s skin. Lavender. And sweet lemon. His heartbeat slowly calmed.
Mira stayed quiet, just holding him, letting him cry, letting him trying to be okay. She wasnt sure how to comfort what to say, all she could do was to sit there with him in the sharp fragments.
Her hand slightly moved up and down on his back, as she felt him calming down. For a moment she realized that it was Bass whom she was touching, that it was him who buried his face into her shoulder. But she ignored the light feeling in her stomach, concentrating on him this time, letting her own feelings aside. If she could just make him feel better!
