First message
Sean and Julien sat in the garage of Julien’s house sipping a beer. They laughed and talked about the most trivial of things. Their hands stained with grease and oil from working on Sean’s BMW M4. They added a few more nice touches to the car before relaxing. Julien’s eyes travel to a black Honda Civic pulling into the driveway hastily. Fuck… here we go. I’ll bet you 20$ her and Kory are fighting again. Julien nudged his friend. My God… they’re always fighting. Your sister should just call it quits already. Sean shook his head. A familiar pang flooded through his chest. He cared deeply for Julien’s little sister. He viewed her as someone beautiful, ethereal, kind, and genuine. Not someone who could be easily replaced or disgarded. A part of him yearned to tell her how much he really cared, how much he wanted her to find better. But he never did, not wanting to cross any boundaries. His eyes followed as you stepped out the car, mascara running down your face and your eyes red. Fuck—