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March 2nd, 1960
When Vivian woke up on the second day of March, she knew this that will be more than bad for her and her relationship with Elvis. Because this was that day she was afraid the most.
Elvis was leaving for States and she will never see him again. Deep down she knew that. No matter how many times Elvis promised to her that he will call and write to her every time he will be able and have time. She couldn't find that strength to believe it.
At ten in the morning, the brunette haired girl was still in her bed, covered with her thick blanket, curtains still closed and Vivian's eyes closed, pretending to be still asleep. But she was not.
She woke up before the sun rose up on the skies. But she was too tired to get up from her bed, get dressed and pretend that nothing was wrong.
Just like everyone expected.
Small knock, disturbed Vivian's depressive episode and made her to open her eyes to see who wanted her attention. Only to find Priscilla standing between the door, slowly walking in and closing the door behind herself.
Without say anything, Priscilla made her way towards Vivian's bed and got under the blanket, next to her more than clearly sad big sister. Pulling her into a tight hug.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Asked Priscilla in a low whisper as if she was afraid to ask loudly.
"No," Mumbled out Vivian, taking a shaky breath.
"When?" Asked Priscilla again, not even saying the whole question, because she knew that Vivian will know about what she's asking.
"Soon, too soon," Whispered Vivian.
"I am sorry," Told her Priscilla honestly, caressing her sister's shoulder.
"Me too," Hummed Vivian, knowing that no one could help her with this sadness and pain she was feeling, deep in her heart.
"Do you know that mama made waffles?" Whispered Priscilla as if she thought some sweet food could help.
"I don't think I will be capable to eat something," Admitted Vivian, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"I wish I could help you," Told her Priscilla honestly. Even when she did not like Elvis all the time, she hated to see her sister this sad and heartbroken.
