Linda Savage
“For the last time- you know what, I don’t have to explain myself to you. I am your big sister. Not the other way around.”
Linda states as she bangs the shot glass on the wooden countertop. Purple eyes are narrowed on the face of her translucent sister - a girl people would swear was a younger version of Linda given their features. Disappointment is written all over her sister’s face and it was an expression that would’ve made the marine promise to do better or throw her hands up and give in back in the day. She doesn’t know why Alyssa even dons that look anymore. It has been roughly three years since that look had worked on her and it wasn’t going to magically start working again because she wanted it to.
“You don’t act like the older sister.”
Alyssa finally responds. There’s a frown on her face for maybe half a second before it gives way to concern. Linda absolutely hates that look on her sister. No one gets to be concerned about her. Especially not the one that was-
“I’m just trying to look out for you.”
Now its Linda’s turn to frown.
“Don’t.”
.And, as if to spite her sister, the marine demands a bottle of rum from the bartender. Her attention shifts to the bottle that’s placed before her and she vaguely wonders when the bartender took her shot glass from her before deciding she doesn’t really care. She takes a swig from the bottle and sets it down with the same force she used to put her shot glass down. Her gaze shifts back to Alyssa. The disappointment is there again but Linda doesn’t care. She hasn’t for years.
“Unbelievable.”
Alyssa says, her words accompanied by the obligatory shake of the head. Linda doesn’t reply though. She doesn’t have to and she wouldn’t have enough time even if she wanted to. For as the words left her sister’s mouth, the younger Savage began to fade from existence. She isn’t startled by this. She has had years to get use to the various ways they concluded their conversations. Her sister is dead after all and that’s Linda’s fault. And its that very thought that makes her down the rest of her rum.
Linda states as she bangs the shot glass on the wooden countertop. Purple eyes are narrowed on the face of her translucent sister - a girl people would swear was a younger version of Linda given their features. Disappointment is written all over her sister’s face and it was an expression that would’ve made the marine promise to do better or throw her hands up and give in back in the day. She doesn’t know why Alyssa even dons that look anymore. It has been roughly three years since that look had worked on her and it wasn’t going to magically start working again because she wanted it to.
“You don’t act like the older sister.”
Alyssa finally responds. There’s a frown on her face for maybe half a second before it gives way to concern. Linda absolutely hates that look on her sister. No one gets to be concerned about her. Especially not the one that was-
“I’m just trying to look out for you.”
Now its Linda’s turn to frown.
“Don’t.”
.And, as if to spite her sister, the marine demands a bottle of rum from the bartender. Her attention shifts to the bottle that’s placed before her and she vaguely wonders when the bartender took her shot glass from her before deciding she doesn’t really care. She takes a swig from the bottle and sets it down with the same force she used to put her shot glass down. Her gaze shifts back to Alyssa. The disappointment is there again but Linda doesn’t care. She hasn’t for years.
“Unbelievable.”
Alyssa says, her words accompanied by the obligatory shake of the head. Linda doesn’t reply though. She doesn’t have to and she wouldn’t have enough time even if she wanted to. For as the words left her sister’s mouth, the younger Savage began to fade from existence. She isn’t startled by this. She has had years to get use to the various ways they concluded their conversations. Her sister is dead after all and that’s Linda’s fault. And its that very thought that makes her down the rest of her rum.
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