THOSE WHO DREAM -- criminal minds
those who dream are lucky,
and the others have insomnia
"Is it a dream, even though she is conscious? Reality is inevitable, awake or not; one way or another, you are bound to arise and s...
| BEFORE | FINLEY WAS OFTEN A CURIOUS CHILD. She'd ask questions about everything, especially her sister. After their father's death, Vienna was quiet. She never spoke much anyway, but the death had taken a major toll on her. The only words you'd hear her speak were 'yes' or 'no' or sometimes 'okay' but never full conversations. This spiked an interest in her four-year-old sister. She'd spend her time with her just to figure out her secrets, though it usually never worked.
Vienna spent her time in her room whenever she wasn't at the rink. Usually, you'd see her painting or reading or even playing the cello, but on rough days for her, you'd see her laying in bed listening to music. It was one of the rough days. The anniversary of their father's death to be exact.
"Vinnie! I wanna play!" Finley exclaimed, jumping onto her sister's bed.
The teenager didn't bother to face her sister. She kept her eyes straight ahead, on the ceiling. It was a good thing that her little sister didn't have to face the problem she does, but she has been longing for someone to understand.
"Come on! Please?" the younger sister shook her to get attention, "Why you not answer?"
In response, Vienna let out a whimper. Of course, she tried to hold back the tears, she promised her father to be strong for her sister, and being strong to her meant not crying. However, holding back tears never lasted long for her, they'd always fall in the end.
Finley looked down at her older sister, watching a tear fall from her cheek. She grabbed one of her hands in an attempt to comfort her. "Sissy, why do you cry?" she asked in a quiet voice.
Vienna's glossy black eyes met her sister's. "I'm not feeling the best, Finny."
"Is it about Papa?" she questioned.
Letting out a hum, Vienna removed one of her earbuds. "Yes, yes it is."
"Do you need a hug?" Finley asked, holding out her arms, "You always give me hug whenever I'm sad."
Vienna let out a smile, pulling her little sister in. She put her head in the crook of Finley's neck, squeezing her tight. Vienna always made sure to keep away from family whenever she felt this way, but it seems that Finley already figured it out.
"Vinnie, you squeeze me too tight," the younger one whispered.
Loosening her grip, Vienna sighed. She pulled back, removing her arms from around her sister. She stared deep into her eyes before cradling Finley's face in her hands.
Moments like these weren't often between the two. Heart-to-heart moments weren't something either of them did, but when they did, it created an even stronger bond between the two. They ignored the rest of the world and only focused on each other. They didn't see the room around them but only each other. Nothing else mattered to them in times like these but themselves.
Vienna wasn't a person who had friends. She was always an introverted child. At school, she did her work quietly without the distraction of conversations among her peers. Even though Finley was her little sister, she was also her best and only friend. And Finley felt the same way.
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