❛ you make me feel and i don’t like it. i want it to stop. now. ❜
There was a silence following her words. Her voice lacked the volume of a yell, yet it felt damaging to extend. A pinch at the skin rather. Moments ago they simply gazed at stars, open, dark sky to no souls but their own. Small talk between the both of them until the moment her sister silenced herself.
❝ Then. You rather go back to the days of being alone? No one being with you? No one to speak to? No one giving a damn about your wellbeing? ❞ Her voice flattered. A hint at some sliver of emotion remained. It wasn’t anger, neither sadness, or any sort of negative emotion, yet the worst.
India was a brat, rude, insulting at times. But also young, a tad playful and inspiring. She never had a home where she could live a healthy childhood. now on her own, forced to live as an adult she had someone that could return some of that lost time. Yet.
❝ I understand the mentality. I have been by myself for far longer then you. It’s a comfort you grow into it. When you have everything straightened you fear change and what it may bring. But ask yourself. ❞
Jeanne would only give her a look. No words aside from those reflecting in her eyes before they would close gently. One hand would find itself coffee collared curls to brush over one’s scalp.
Just as how the hand would lift itself from it’s place, so would Jeanne, leaving it to India to decide is this was truly what she wanted.
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