|| Pieces From The Past ||
“I won’t pretend I know exactly how you feel,” Caroline said her voice just barely over a whisper sitting down on her stepbrother’s desk chair. “but I understand, you know, he was my brother too.”
Jonah froze as he felt anger shoot through him. “You will never understand.” He snarled. “I was his blood, I was there the day he was born, the day he walked, the day he talked - he called me his superhero and I was supposed to be there for him ‘till the day he died! You weren’t his fucking sister, you were a babysitter and you will never know what I’m going through. Don’t lie to me.”
She paused, her eyes drifting downward and they were silent for a few moments It was a surprise to hear him speak once again - the anger in his voice replaced by brokenness. “Please,” He pleaded. “Leave me alone.” By no means were the two close. They hugged very rarely - mostly in Christmas photos for her father - but as she watched the boy crumble against the wall with his face in his hands and tears streaming down his cheeks, there was very little else she wanted to do.
But she listened...
because she realized it had never been her place.
