Sorrow/Guilt.
FLASHBACK
Helena sighed as she walked through the city streets with her umbrella up, shivering from the cold winter’s rain.
“Gotcha sis!” A young, female voice said approaching behind her and pulling her umbrella away so that her hair would get wet.
“Deborah! It took me two hours to do my hair damnit! Give me my umbrella back.” Helena snapped back, then took the umbrella out of her sister’s hands, growling a bit.
“Grumpy much?” Deborah’s youthful voice said back, she was clearly hurt by her sisters words, but decided not to show it.
“I’m just so goddamn tired of picking you up, hungover, being stranded at some guy’s house, or worse, in the hospital! You need to clean up Deborah… I’m very disappointed in you lately.” Helena said coldly.
Tears appeared in Deborah’s eyes. “That’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me anymore Helena…” The younger woman said, called a cab, and disappeared into the city.
END FLASHBACK
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Helena buckled over in her chair and cried so hard her chest hurt.
“I would’ve given anything to have that moment back with you. I wouldn’t have cared about my hair getting wet, you being hungover, and me having to pick you up. I would’ve just enjoyed that moment and cherished it.” She said aloud, all alone in the apartment they planned on sharing.
“I’m so sorry… we were all we had, and so young, I didn’t know how to raise you because I was still growing up myself…” She knelt down by the framed portrait she had of Deborah where there were still candles lit, and prayer books, as well as a crucifix over her portrait.
“I love you sis. You’re always in my heart.”
FLASHBACK
Helena sighed as she walked through the city streets with her umbrella up, shivering from the cold winter’s rain.
“Gotcha sis!” A young, female voice said approaching behind her and pulling her umbrella away so that her hair would get wet.
“Deborah! It took me two hours to do my hair damnit! Give me my umbrella back.” Helena snapped back, then took the umbrella out of her sister’s hands, growling a bit.
“Grumpy much?” Deborah’s youthful voice said back, she was clearly hurt by her sisters words, but decided not to show it.
“I’m just so goddamn tired of picking you up, hungover, being stranded at some guy’s house, or worse, in the hospital! You need to clean up Deborah… I’m very disappointed in you lately.” Helena said coldly.
Tears appeared in Deborah’s eyes. “That’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me anymore Helena…” The younger woman said, called a cab, and disappeared into the city.
END FLASHBACK
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Helena buckled over in her chair and cried so hard her chest hurt.
“I would’ve given anything to have that moment back with you. I wouldn’t have cared about my hair getting wet, you being hungover, and me having to pick you up. I would’ve just enjoyed that moment and cherished it.” She said aloud, all alone in the apartment they planned on sharing.
“I’m so sorry… we were all we had, and so young, I didn’t know how to raise you because I was still growing up myself…” She knelt down by the framed portrait she had of Deborah where there were still candles lit, and prayer books, as well as a crucifix over her portrait.
“I love you sis. You’re always in my heart.”
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