In an instant the lady Little shrunk in stance next to her brother when his voice had perked up angrily and with wide, watering eyes she was rendered silent. Even when his voice returned calmer, Fifer kept her pleading, watery eyes fixed on her brothers features with her shoulders lowered. She didn’t want to get out of the way, didn’t want to let him leave, because she was too selfish to let him go out on his own, and although the youngest Little had expressed his fear of being left behind, Fifer was now taking that on, flipping it the other way around. Was Fitz going to leave her for good? “Fitz…” she peeped once again, her voice strained as her fingers tightened around his wrist, begging with her entire being. “Please… Please tell me that’s not true. Tell me you want to stay. Please.” Fifer knew she wasn’t stubborn enough to hold her ground for much longer, and as those pooling tears began to stream down her face and her hold on her brothers arm began to shake, she knew she would step aside if he told her to move once more. “Don’t leave like everyone else.”
Don’t leave like everyone else. With those simple words that held so much meaning to them, Fitz felt guilt right then and there. Once again, he ducked his head lowly, feeling shameful and selfish for being so self centered. He couldn’t help it though, he wanted to avoid the situation at hand. He didn’t want to be around his sister at all. So, with one painful motion, Fitz lightly pulled his sister away from the door. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.” Finally, the youngest of the trio let his tears finally fall free. It’s not like he didn’t want to stay with Fifer- of course he wanted to stay with her, he’s been wanting to stay with her for so long, but for once, he wanted to be alone. Maybe that decision was a bad one, no, Fitz knew it was a bad one, but he didn’t listen to himself. “Please don’t tell Preston anything. I just- I don’t want to see you guys for a bit.” he murmured quietly, but loud enough for the second oldest to hear. He wiped his tears quickly before finally turning the door knob, opening the door. Hesitant to leave, Fitz second questioned his actions. Should he really leave? But before he could answer that question, he was out the door, closing it behind himself before Fifer can do anything. Regret had already made itself around his heart, aching from what he had just done, but he knew he couldn’t go back. Well, he could, but that would only make Fitz look like a fool. The last thing he wanted was to be just that. It was better if he just kept to his words and left his siblings alone for a bit. Maybe Fifer was crying now, but he knew she would stop soon. It’s not like he was going to leave forever. Fitz would never do that, he wouldn’t be like his parents, not ever. What happened with his parents had always confused the youngest Little. How much it affected his other siblings confused him as well. He was only twelve years old when they vanished, but it felt like he was three. Three because he doesn’t really remember much of them. They never really paid attention to Fitz and Fitz never paid attention to them. Like he’s said, he always relied on Preston or Fifer for being his parental figures. And as much as he wanted to go to any of them now and just cry like the baby he is, he’s decided that they didn’t need their annoying little brother to bother them. Because that’s what Fitz was, the annoying little baby brother who couldn’t leave anyone alone. Was he being childish for thinking so negatively? Of course, but Fitz didn’t know that. Although nineteen, the smallest of the bunch was really still six or five. Not mature enough to make decisions on his own and ending up doing everything by emotion. He felt so pathetic, and that’s what he was. The pathetic Little who doesn’t know anything about the world. No wonder his parents wanted to get away- or whatever they did, but Fitz knew they must have hated him a lot to leave the way they did. Preston and Fifer don’t deserve any of that crap, and they certainly don’t deserve a brother who is so idiotic. Yes, his siblings would be better off without their youngest brother.