“ other one ? ” it confuses you for a second even if you’ve always been called that it still takes you a minute to understand, it takes you a minute to understand most things unlike your sister. you’ve never cared though, it didn’t matter to you. “ oh ! lydia’s sister, yeah that’s me ! ”
your tone too excited for the way she phrased it, too excited for most things but you never change it, you’re happy so you show it —- you don’t know any other way.
“ are you erica ? ” she tries to remember almost everyone, everyone deserves to be remembered. “ of course i remember you, you were in my class in third grade ! ” you remember all the horrible things that happened to her too, you wish she didn’t have to go through it. so bright you often wonder why other’s don’t get to have the same brightness.
YOU REALISE THEN, THAT SHE GLOWS.
& god, do you hate her for it. she holds happiness in every word like each syllable is bleeding sunlight. it’s almost like she doesn’t know, it’s like she’s that bright she can’t even see the sun. you’ve never been like that, even in the softer hours, even before you had power, you were sad, lonely, empty.
maybe you’re still all of those things.
you hear your name tumble past her lips & you swear it ignites something in you. not love, girls like you don’t get to be loved by girls like her ( nor do you get the time to feel things like adoration. romance is a dangerous game & you’d rather burn your cards then play them. ) but it’s something different ———— hope maybe. fondness possibly.
no one ever remembers who you used to be, they never forget you now but the girl before the fight was either invisible or a laughing stock but ... no one’s laughing.
❝ why’re you back? haven’t you heard how ——— hectic the town is now? ❞ this town stole boyd, you keep trying to stop finding his face in every crowd.
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