A/N: Just a quick drabble.
It's hard to look at his face, see the two green orbs gazing back at you and know that his mother, your sister, is really gone.
A piece of parchment, thick to the touch, doesn't seem enough, doesn't help to fill in the questions your mind is forming or the shock of realising that after all this time of wishing you had no sister the reality is nothing like you expected. It hurts. You feel grief overwhelm you, causing your hands to shake and tears to flow down your cheeks. You had a strained relationship, a half-relationship, one that never fully blossomed into one you could cheerfully rely on; but still... she was your sister after all. You had once laughed, joked and played together, shared secrets and hushed whispers behind the backs of hands. Ran screaming into piles of autumn leaves and watched as the wind scattered them away. Blown on the heads of dandelions and picked petals from white flowers.
She had been your friend and charge. It had been your job to protect her. Stop her from coming to harm and to always keep a surveying eye on her. Then that boy had come along, filling her mind with thoughts and dreams that you could never share, never be a part of, and suddenly you had realised something as if all your breath had been taken from your body. You had failed. You hadn't protected her from the world around you; it had come to seek her out, twisting the bonds of sisterhood that held you both close and severing them with that single moment in time.
The day her letter had come.