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She was pale, and cold as if death laid it's frightening hand upon her. Lost for words my mother slowly lead her to the dining room, and easily sat her down. "Eliza sweetheart what has happened?" My mother was fearful, her fear was drowning her voice with its darkness, causing the gentle sound to shake and scatter. Still Eliza held her brown eyes low, and unresponsive. "Get her some tea Grant, Stanley, will you fetch her a blanket? Pop it in the dryer for a few so it'll be warm." Immediately aiding to her call I did what I was told. The water already boiled, I grabbed a mug. Glancing over my shoulder at the scene, I sadly looked away. Tears were breaking the wall she had built, they were all crumbling down, and the weight of sadness crushed her fragile chest. It burned in agony, I could see it blaze its fire across her skin. And as she sat there my mother continued to hug her, and kiss her forehead. She was abnormally stunning when it came to comfort, I always seemed to feel better when my mother held me close and told me whatever it was that got me so upset would turn out alright. I'd tell her it wouldn't, but at some point when I choked on my own voice swamped in tears, I believed her. But nothing. Nothing was working, and the more I heard her gasping for air, I began to realize why exactly she was in this state. ****** It was now twelve AM, pulling over my tee, I climbed in my bed, dragging the sheets over me completely, I watched Eliza. Her tears were now ceased but every waking moment I could tell she wanted to let them pour again. I waited for her to say something, but an hour passed, so I turned off the lights and fell asleep. "He chose her. Instead of me." I woke up in the middle of the night. In a sweat, patting myself dry, I crazily swatted at my eyes, to open up so that I could see properly. When I could, I trailed my sight to the clock, it was four AM. And she was slouched over sitting Indian style. "He chose her instead of me. Right in front of me. He held her hand, and said I love her Lizzie. I love her. But I thought that he loved me! He said it. I felt it Grant. So deep into my heart and soul, but it was all a game. His final act of magic, and I was the laugh of it all." Holding her weak arms out, I instantly wrapped her into my chest, and held her closely and tight, as she cried. "He didn't deserve you! You're better! You've got all of your life to live Eliza do not ponder on a broken heart, broken by an irrelevant, pompous jerk! Look at you. You're beautiful! Any guy would kill to be with you!" With a whimper she forced out of her chapped lips, softly. "But they won't be Taron, Rodger will never be Taron. That idiot doesn't even know what an orgasm is, let alone how to give one, and he's turning eighteen soon. I have no use for him now, soon the whole school will know that I was stupid, and naive. I was easy. I was so easy Grant!" "Falling in love doesn't make you easy, it means that you're heart is big enough to open up and make room, even for the people that don't deserve to be there. And who gives a bloody damn what anyone has to say! You want to know why?" Peering up to me with a sound expression, "why?" She asked politely. "Because I'll personally shove their heads up their asses, so they'll have no choice but to mind their own business, that is why." It grew immensely quiet, before Eliza broke it with her laugh. "What, why are you laughing?" I chuckled into her hair. "Because you purposefully made that pun. I know you, you did it intently." Eliza squealed happily. I was elated to see her smile again. Charming with that beauty of hers, we both just laughed until our stomach's grew weak, and knotted. Separating from my grasp Eliza's smile soon faded, she was serious now, and I had to prepare for more comforting things to say. "Grant. Promise me, something." "Anything what is it?" "Don't give your heart away, don't give it up too soon. Make sure whoever it is, they'll keep it safe. That they are truly your one true love. Because I don't want to have to kill a man, you're my blood cousin, and I love you. You're so much more tougher than I, I wish I could be as mean as you. You've never fallen in love before, and honestly Grant, I'm terrified when you do fall. The toughest of us are usually the more loving, more prone to falling harder than most. And I don't want you to fall, and you can't get back up you hear me?" I was afraid to make a promise, but I made it, it was you Stone, that pushed me to mistakenly break it.
