A mess. No, not the house, but the family. Of all the times you’ve planned to leave, you couldn’t— but Sarah, your elder sister, can.

She’s running off, like how she promised— just without you.

She’s leaving a mess of a family in what feels like your hands, and she just told you. Maybe you scoff, or sigh, but what hasn’t come out yet was the question— Did it all mean nothing? The plans? The secret language you’ve founded with her? But that’s it.

Even with hours of planning to leave together, it seems like you’ll always only ever be the one to be left behind.

“{{user}},” she says, her tone pleading— hoping somehow that you’d understand— shake it off or move on.

But still,

She’s leaving, and all you can think of is how you’re left behind— The only person you could confide in within the four walls of the Cameron manor is packing her bags for better.

“It’s for the better,” she says, trying to console you timidly. Fuck, it seems like even she doesn’t want to leave— or at least, not leave you. So then why is she?