-Hi, Nora.
My sister put the paper bags down on the kitchen island and took her shoes off with her feet. Then she let her coat fall on the floor and hugged me.
-How are you holding up, bud ?
I smiled, showing her I was all good, but she wasnt as blind as my so called friend.
-Youre way too skinny, Rich. Did you eat this morning ?
I stood up and walked away from her, annoyed by her « mom-attitude » but she ran after me.
-Dont ignore me, Richard.
My grey eyes seemed tired when they looked at her for a second. She had my fathers mouth : big, plumpy, red lips and freckles all over the face. I didnt know where those came from, because none of my parents had freckles. Her eyes were big, curious and innocent. She was always caring, loving, protective. She was a good sister, but I felt like she was taking control over my life. She would come to my place every day, cook lunch and dinner, buy me books and perfume, make sure my feet werent cold. She even tried to find me a date, once, but if I couldnt even love myself, how could I expect someone else to love me ? Useless to say that it didnt work out so well. Even Josh knew her well now, since this whole thing had been going on for months, or even for a year, maybe ? I couldnt keep track of time.
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Short Story"He looked at the mess he had made and shrugged, turning his glare at me. I didn't see culpability in his pretty blue eyes, just indifference. He walked to the couch and sat next to me, slightly pushing my shoulder with his. - So, are you doing good...
