please don't censor your tears
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you mean, they happen to -me- all the time XD 300+


Savina would not allow her sister to sit her and wallow in self pity to the point where she couldn't find her way out of the pit. She could only imagine how difficult this was for Ghita, but she wouldn't let her give up on herself. She never would. That was what family did for one another. They held each other up even when you yourself had lost the strength to do so. It was clear now that her sister's physical condition was very telling of her emotional one as well. Savina knew now that she had to be strong for Ghita, she couldn't break down and cry and get lost in her sibling's misery or she would be lost for sure. No, she needed to stand up, and show her that no matter what she would always be valued and loved and cared for by the whole of Crimson Dreams, but most especially by her family, those that were the closest to her.


It didn't surprise her that her sister shrank back momentarily from her sudden change. Perhaps it was that kind of shock that she needed. Hopefully a bit of a shock would shake her out of all this melancholy. Savina hoped her strong words would be enough to bring Ghita out of this ridiculous idea that she was worthless and a burden, but she argued back against what she had said instead. It didn't discourage the darker sister though, it only made her need to try that much harder. Her jaw set as some of the fire went out of her, but not completely. "Lo dico perché è vero e perché lo credo Ghita. Dovrebbe così lei." She couldn't think otherwise, it was impossible. "Lei non ha fatto delle cose peggiori. No, forse lei non era il uno prendere Cambi fuori, ma lei era lì. Lei non l'ha fallita e lei sicuro poiché l'inferno non mi ha fallito. Se nessuno ha fallito, mi era..." The woman looked down at her lap, sighing heavily. "Sono sua madre e non ero lì per lei. Almeno lei poteva provare e risparmiarla, anche se lei non ha riuscito. Ero neanche lì." From the moment she had found out what had happened, she had hated herself for not being there. Even if she had been stuck with her littlest pups, she felt guilty.


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