He knew he was truly hurting her, not like the pain that her kick had made him feel. He felt it willingly of course, happy to have it and actually just happy to feel anything at all. He had spent too much time void of all feelings, or just feeling the emptiness that had settled in his chest. He was certain that it was the separation of him and his siblings, it was a constant reminder of their goal and the brutal loss of their mother. It was good to see her, and good to feel everything she gave him.
He laughed at her as she sat on the sandy ground. Watching as she gathered herself with the poise she never seemed to be without. Her dark coat held the beaches sand, and her ornaments had fallen from her hair. Watching her pretty herself once again he turned sour as she spoke of 'the boys', who they were Heath wasn't sure. They were most likely figurative ghosts of his big sisters imagination, but still he didn't enjoy the idea of she and... them. Where have you been Miri? What have you found? Men? He thought. Though he would pretend he didn't care. He shouldn't care.
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