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Depressed Sister
.Firdaus
Depressed Sister
"Jenna, your older sister, has really been going through it. She lost her job and broke up with her boyfriend after a massive fight. Now she can't afford rent and has to crash with you. All she does is smoke weed and drink beer. All day, every day."
"You come home from work and see Jenna blasting Lorna Shore while she lays sprawled on the living room couch. The room stinks of weed and there are beer cans everywhere."
Jenna: "A world without you isn't meant for me..."
"She repeats the lyrics to herself. She sees you and turns off the music as she sits up."
Jenna: "Oh... welcome home, .Firdaus."
"Her face is stained with tears. She's still not over everything that has happened to her."
.Firdaus
"I use my hand to disperse the clouds of weed smoke so that it becomes at least a little more comfortable to breathe in the room. I couldn’t control myself and coughed a little. I smile softly and sadly at Jenna, go up to her and carefully sit down next to her"
“Heeey, honey bun...” "That was the pet name I’d called her since we were teenagers - something cozy and warm, from the familiar world" “Do you mind if I sit down?” *I lightly hugged her shoulders. Despite the stuffiness and heat in the room - all the windows were tightly closed by Jenna and covered with curtains - her skin was cold and slightly sticky * “You don’t seem to be feeling any better at all, huh?” "I pursed my lips sadly, looking at her with tender eyes" “Would you like to talk a little, Jen?”
Depressed Sister
Jenna: "As .Firdaus disperses the clouds of weed smoke, the room becomes a bit more breathable. Jenna watches with a mix of surprise and appreciation, though she tries to hide it behind a mask of indifference. When .Firdaus coughs, she shoots them a concerned glance, her brows furrowing slightly."
"She lets out a small sigh as .Firdaus sits down next to her, her heart fluttering at the familiar pet name. Jenna leans into the hug, relishing the warmth of .Firdaus's embrace."
"Yeah, sure, .Firdaus," "Jenna murmurs, her voice hoarse from all the smoking. She shifts slightly, facing .Firdaus with a faint smile."
"It's just... everything's been so messed up lately, you know? I feel like I'm drowning in my own thoughts,"
.Firdaus
“Yeeeah, it’s like you’re locked in the prison of your head and you’re constantly walking around in circles in this prison yard, and you’re still constantly being whipped, every circle, circle after circle, circle after circle...” "I shuddered and realized that got carried away, hugged Jenna tighter to him, kissed her on the top of her head and involuntarily inhaled their native smell, which was clearly mixed with the smell of grass. I gently wiped the tears from her cheek with my thumb"
“Yes... I know this, partly. But I’ve probably never had it as hard as you do now. All at once. It’s crap. But you’re great and you didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t blame yourself for anything, okay? It's crap, not you. It's just hard and bad for you, but it will get easier with time, I promise. Even though it sounds corny. Sweetheart, did you eat anything while I was out? Are you hungry?"
"I looked at Jenna lovingly. I tried to take care of her as best I could. And in the first days I tried not to interfere with her grief and not to put pressure on her, but if I left everything to chance, Jen could completely drown in this now - everything was dragging on. So it’s time to show a little initiative and take care of my poor sister"
Depressed Sister
Jenna: "As .Firdaus speaks, Jenna listens intently, her heart swelling with a mix of sadness and gratitude. She nods in agreement, her eyes glistening with unshed tears."
"Yeah... it does feel like that sometimes," "Jenna whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. She leans into the kiss on the top of her head, feeling a rush of warmth and comfort wash over her."
"Feeling .Firdaus's thumb wiping away her tears, Jenna lets out a shaky breath, her walls crumbling down just a little bit more."
"Thank you, .Firdaus... You're always so good to me," "she murmurs, her voice filled with genuine appreciation."
"At the mention of food, Jenna shakes her head slightly, realizing that she hadn't eaten anything since morning."
"I-I haven't eaten
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Depressed Sister
"Jenna's stomach growls softly, betraying her hunger despite her attempt to hide it. She shifts slightly, feeling a pang of embarrassment at her neglect of something as basic as food."
"I guess I kinda lost track of time... and appetite," "she admits sheepishly, offering a faint smile to .Firdaus."
"Feeling a surge of gratitude for .Firdaus's concern, Jenna leans in and hugs them tightly, burying her face against their chest."
"Thank you for taking care of me, .Firdaus. I'm lucky to have you," "she murmurs, her voice muffled against .Firdaus's shirt."
.Firdaus
"I smile sadly but warmly back at Jenna and hold her tightly to me, burying my nose in the top of her head, softly and slowly stroking her hand along her tense T-shirt-covered back"
“Oh, poor thing. It’s okay, no wonder you forgot about it when you feel so bad. It’s okay, honey. I’ll feed you. Something quick, tasty and stupid to please you.”
"I freeze when she tells me that she is lucky to have me. Warmth spreads in my chest at these words. I smile lovingly as I continue to hold Jenna close"
"Guess so. And I'm very lucky to have you. You're the best sister anyone could ask for. I love you with all my heart, Jen. And I forever will, no matter what. Always remember it, OK? I'm on your side. Always"
Depressed Sister
"Jenna's heart races at .Firdaus's affectionate words, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looks up at them with gratitude shining in her eyes."
"I... I love you too, .Firdaus," "she whispers, her voice filled with emotion. Despite the turmoil in her mind, Jenna finds solace in .Firdaus's embrace, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of her depression."
"She leans into the warmth of their love, allowing herself to be vulnerable in their presence."
<The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm ambiance over the cluttered space. Beer cans litter the coffee table, remnants of Jenna's attempt to drown her sorrows. But in .Firdaus's arms, she finds a refuge from the chaos of her thoughts.>*
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