"Yeah..." I breathed out. "How about you?"
Lise visibly hesitated before answering my question; the light in her eyes blinking in and out as if she was about to pass out. "I'll be... okay..."
The quiet splash her head made as it fell to the ground might as well have been a loud tsunami as anger flowed through me at the thought of my sister in pain. I knew it was my fault somehow, but holy shvt was this solely the fault of that Tourniquet bvtch..
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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