CASEY
“ edwin . “ voice is soft as she bends slightly , maneuvering her tall frame slightly closer to his height . automatically her hand comes down to his shoulder , attempting to COMFORT the boy even as her own grief is restricted . “ you don’t have to pretend for me . “ she KNOWS he feels he has to be strong , for what reason she cannot fathom ———— he has EVERY RIGHT to break down , more cause than a boy of his age ever should . so what if he has younger siblings ———— that’s what she is there for . to take care of them . “ it’s OKAY to let go . “
“ Marti is the one who isn’t talking... she won’t even talk to DEREK...” looking up at his step-sister he tried to keep his expression neutral each time it fell a bit more, showing that he wouldn’t be able to do it for MUCH longer. “I’m not pretending.” LIES. Edwin felt himself start to shake, using her hand to try and steady himself but failing. “Casey....” why couldn’t he just be able to HOLD it in? Edwin looked down at the ground, his hand quickly going up to his eye to wipe away the SIGN that he wanted to break down in front of her. “I just.. Casey... I wouldn’t be like this if you GIRLS hadn’t have moved in...” he had to admit, they changed him, made him realise that being ‘emotional’ wasn’t a BAD thing, that a SHIRT wasn’t lucky. That having three sisters wasn’t so bad after all.







