Tegan
I listened to the soft sounds of weeping in the room next to me. Sara. She had taken the break-up hard. I couldn't fall asleep. Not while my twin was in the next room, crying. So, I got up and opened the door, walking into the small bedroom right next to mine.
"Sara?" I asked, opening the door, and lightly tapping on the hard wood. The sniffling stopped, but she didn't call out to me.
"Sara? Can I come in?"
"Yes." Came her small voice. It wasn't in the bed like I thought, it was in the furthest corner of the room.
"Sara, what are you doing in the corner?" I asked, sternly. She was making me scared. I flicked on the light, finding a tiny, shuddering form in the corner. She didn't raise her brunette head from her hands.
I walked over and kneeled in front of her, my twin.
"Oh, Sara." I said, wrapping my arms around her shivering frame.
"Tegan." She cried. "She…she…"
"Shh, shh." I said, rubbing soothing circles on her back. I held into Sara, letting her sobs shake my body. She seemed to have calmed down some.
"Sara, let me see." I said. She lifted her head, her swollen, red-rimmed eyes finding mine in the dim light. She looked like an absolute wreck.
"Oh, god, Sara!" I shouted, startling the tiny being. Her nose was slightly running and tears and sweat had drenched her completely. Just waterworks. "C'mon."
I heaved myself up, pulling the weeping figure with me. Sara stops eating when something happens that brings a really big emotion out in her, so I knew Sara had lost weight, but she wasn't supposed to be this light.
I placed my younger sister on the bed, and drew the covers around her shaking frame. It had never been this bad before. Emy was, I guess, her girlfriend, her best friend, her care-taker, and even her new sister, all wrapped into one. And then, it was all pulled out from under her.
"Sara, come sleep in my bed with me." I said. As selfish as it seems, I was dead tired from caring for my twin all day, and I drastically needed some sleep. But I couldn't leave her alone. Not like this.
Sara followed me into the small guest room. It was a queen-sized bed, thank goodness. I helped her climb in under the warm sheets, then fell into the mattress myself. I wrapped my arms around her, letting her know I was here for her.
Right before I drifted off, I heard her small, cracking voice. "Thank you, Tegan."
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Sara
I woke up the next morning warm, and with a better feeling. I was in an unknown bed, a sleeping form next to me.
"Tegan?" I whispered, careful not to wake her up if she hadn't been already. My head churned as I lifted it, looking over my shoulder.
"Yeah, Sara?" She asked. She didn't seem annoyed about last night. Just concerned and a bit tired.
"I'll make breakfast." I said, with a new determination in my voice. Until last night, I hadn't fully realized just how much Tegan had done for me. And whether I knew it or not, she was the only one to help me heal, even if not fully.
"I'll pour juice." She said with a smile on her lips. I grinned back, not exactly happy, but better than I have felt since Emy.