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“Elsa?”, the younger girl called, gently rapping her knuckles against the oak wood of her elder sister’s bedroom door. The scene today was oddly reminiscent of that four years ago— rainy, cold, and quiet. So extremely quiet.
“I, uh, I know today’s really tough for you. It’s tough for me, too. But I was thinking, y’know, maybe it wouldn’t be as tough if we were together? I cut some lilies from the garden, I thought we could— I thought we could put them on Mama’s grave. Since they were her favorite.” Anna’s voice softened then, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. For three years she’d suffered through this wretched day alone, and she didn’t intend on spending another curled up in a ball on her bed, mourning her parents by herself.
“Is that something you’d wanna do? I think they’d want us to be together today. I think they’d have wanted us to be together the day it happened, but since that didn’t happen, maybe we could start now?”
