*❖:·゚ HOLLAND FAULKNER ( smclhearts )
a flurry of emotions sweeps over her , eyes beginning to drip with tears. it’s a battle between bottling her emotions up forever to not be a burden & telling her something that’ll likely ruin her night. but , ultimately she breaks — she always does under any pressure. ❛ yeah , they did , ❜ she stammers , a steady flow of tears streaming down her face , ❛ it was. it was your sister. ❜ & boom. there is the blow. ❛ she’s just not very nice to me. nothing too bad. ❜ an understatement to say the least. she’s already made it bad enough , so she doesn’t go on about it.
-- she blinks. what she’s feeling is equal parts of shock and anger. she wants to say ‘ my sister is not like that ’ but she knows that would be a lie. she doesn’t know her sister that well. it’s part of her foster kid self-defense mechanism. everything and everyone is temporary; you can’t feel that devastation of losing someone if you don’t let them in. her heart breaks a little when she realizes holland is crying. she hugs the little girl. but her arms are very loose. it’s because of the fact that the girl isn’t sure her hug would be welcome considering her sister is the reason why holland is crying. “ what did she say ?? -- it’s okay if you don’t want to tell. I’ll talk to her. ” she says, with a ring of determination in her voice.













