bookcurse — “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.”
“ shouldn’t i be the one comforting you ? ” hand reaches forward , curls fingers around her sister’s until the gentle squeeze seems understood. unspoken language that only the other would ever know. words that never knew how to roll from the tongue. lost behind self preservation or the need to be independent. “ i don’t need people. i've got this handled. how about , for once , you let me help you. ”









