"Y-You... A-Are n-n-not... M-Ma... Mama?" "No petching shykes," Sigrun hissed under her breath, her left hand digging into the damp gravel as she leaned back and grumbled. She brought her other hand over to her forehead and sighed as the first semblances of a migrane began to sink in. The young girl remained still and idle, her eyes fixated on her swollen knee as the apparition before her wailed and cried tears of blood. She looked away with disgust, eventually glancing over to her cart of flowers. "They're going to notice the two missing roses," she thought gravely, "they're going to petching notice and I'm going to get petching fired." She struggled for the rose that lay on the floor and immediately turned over and attempted to return it into the bouquet. Carefully, with shaky fingers, she slipped the stem underneath the bouquet's twine and sighed with relief when the arrangement looked a lot better. "Nah, it'll be fine," she thought, although she found it hard to convince herself of her words as she shut out the sound of the girl's wailing, "It'll be fine, it looks less obvious." She pursed her lips angrily and turned to the apparition, who now had her back turned away from her. The crying was reduced to heaves and sobs. "... Mama is dead, so is papa... How silly of me..... Aha... AAAAAA-" The anger quickly subsided as Sigrun listened to the girl's broken sentences, the snippets shooting thorns through her heart as the familiarity of her situation struck her. She watched, dejectedly as the girl struggled to keep from screaming, and remembered when she had once had to force herself to do the same; to control herself, to refrain from releasing all the tension that built up in her chest from all the pain of loss. "I'm sorry... I'll pay for the flowers... And... For a doctor..." "N-No, I..." Sigrun leaned over, only to inhale sharply as she pressed her injured knee onto the gravel. Wincing, she struggled to get a better position closer to the girl. "I promise... I promise... So please don't hate me..." "I don't, I..." she kept trailing off, her voice cracking as she brought her hand out, only to realize that she could not touch her. "I'll go get my money... They are in the woods..." "That isn't necessary, that isn't necessary," she said, much louder this time. She wiggled her fingers slowly, in the place where the girl should have been sitting, solid and existing, but she did not. She was only partly there; barely, even. "You can stop crying now, it's okay," Sigrun sighed, smiling in between her heavy breaths, "it's okay, I know what it's like." "My parents are gone too." Sigrun's fingers lingered over the girl, in between her, until she began to feel invasive of her space. Gently, she brought her hand down and looked utterly defeated. How was she supposed to comfort someone that she couldn't touch? |