
@croccin-champagne
"You want me to call Nicky in, or would you rather just stick with us for a moment?" She asked as Renee came out, a sad smile on her face.
"You want me to call Nicky in, or would you rather just stick with us for a moment?" She asked as Renee came out, a sad smile on her face.
"I don't want him to know yet," she said quietly. Her fingers brushed over the tattoo.
"Alright. I will suggest though, be honest with him. Honesty is incredibly important to Nicky, anf you're honest, he'll be open."
She nodded. "Okay."
Lilly squeezed Laura gently, but didn't let go yet.
Laura took a deep breath. "That's why there's a tattoo of shattered glass on my hip."
Lilly nodded, letting her know she could keep going if she wanted.
"She was in a car accident. It was fatal," she whispered sadly.
"Oh, sweetheart." Lilly's voice was soft.
"She was four!" Laura cried quietly. "I should've died instead of her!"
"No, no. Nobody should have died. You shouldn't have died, Laura."
"I should have," she whimpered. "Over her, I should have."
"No." Lilly said firmly. "No, you shouldn't have."
"She was four! She deserved to live!" Laura spilled everything out in front of them.
"And so do you, hon." Renee stated, making her way over.
Laura wiped at her eyes again. "Her name was Sierra," she whispered.
"Laura, sweetheart." Lilly's voice was soft. "I'm sure Sierra would have wanted you to live."
(I just came in here to say, @thighhighcrocs , your name is wonderful)
((why thank you ;)
(But what a terrifying idea)
((pray tell, have you taken a look at my icon?
(I know that those are rainboots, but just imagine literal thigh high crocs)
((no no, click on my profile. those are no rainboots
(oh Neptune)
(( ;) ;) ;)
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