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    ever since lincoln’ s death daisy had been a mess. hive may have broken her but the emptiness she felt couldn’ t be compared with anything she’ d been through. for the most part she had been spending time sleeping in her room. not that she could actually sleep. so the knock on her door and much more the voice that followed it caught her off guard.          “ laila … what are you doing here ? ”        her voice was hoarse from the sobs and the lack of speaking. but her face was no better. she was pale, her cheeks hollow and her eyes ⎯⎯  those eyes that had seen so much  ⎯⎯ were red and puffy. 

    she let the other girl into her room and let herself sit back on the bed.          “ lincoln’ s … room and stuff are next door. i uh… could show you. ”         she offered, knowing that she must want to take some personal stuff. he assumed that was the reason for her visit until she heard about the ice cream.         “ how you ’ ve been ? ”      how have you been coping ? was the question daisy wanted to ask but refrained herself from doing so. bottom line laila must be also suffering since lincoln was her brother.

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         her nature almost opposite to her older brother  (  she’s not sensitive, she’s not perceptive, she struggles to even be there for the people she cares about && she’s lost count of how many friendships she’s ruined because of it  )   —- she already knew daisy would be struggling before she saw the reality. if tv had taught her anything it was that she should sit down next to the girl, offer her a shoulder && TALK about the problem  (  she hasn’t said it yet, not even in her own head, she hasn’t said he’s dead. it might be the reason she’s not still curled up in the dark space under her bed where she could pretend nothing was real.  ) 

         instead the tubs of ice cream  d r o p  from her arms to the bed, bounce once, && she resists the urge to walk around && fiddle with everything. she’s spent too much time over the past few days not moving, she could barely sit still on the way to base ;; she makes a mental note to go rock climbing soon && get it out of her system. “i thought you might NEED ice cream dibs on the mint chocolate, by the way && a laugh. that’s not even ALL i brought, i shoved a load in some dudes arms && told him to get it to a kitchen stat or he’d be dealing with a scary lady who want’s ice cream. you might need to back me up on that” a hand on her hip, the other adjusts the bag strap sleeping off her shoulder, she hazards a smile that almost feels normal

         “i made it a rule never to go through his stuff again when i was nine long story, no need to tell. anyway, i’ve got mean girls, both of them, && it’s guaranteed to make you laugh. trust me, it’s tried && testedalbeit on me by myself. PRO TIP  if you’re already kinda sad just turn off marley && me twenty minutes from the end && pretend the dogs immortal. && that, sadly, answers the question of how i’ve been.“ leans against what she thinks is a dresser && digs in her bag to present the two films, brandishes them victoriously “if you don’t laugh once by the end then i’m just gonna have to throw ice cream at you && hope a food fight makes you smile ;; && on that note, i forgot the spoons.”

 



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