a/n: drabble... parody... stuffs... feeeeels... all of me feels.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" Souta spoke, standing before the tall wooden door that lead to his sister's bedroom. His gaze peered down the stairs and out the open front door, eyeing the cold white powder that fell from the sky. "C'mon, lets go and play!"
He knew she was hurting, that she'd been crying since the well had sealed up, even more so when their grandfather and mother had passed away in a car accident the week after. She only left her room in the middle of the night, when she thought he slept. He'd seen her force herself to eat and then step into the bathroom, thinking she was maintaining an appearance for him, so that should he see her he wouldn't be worried.
"I never see you anymore…" He raised his fist to knock upon the wood, thinking maybe she hadn't heard him. "Please, don't go away."
They didn't have much anymore, the house was empty, save the large feline that meandered about inside. He'd been doing everything, going to the store, cleaning. Maintaining their home home while his sister, the girl who used to try so hard to be responsible, who did her best to make everyone happy, sobbed herself to sleep each night.
When she didn't answer, he slumped himself down against the door, looking over to watch as snow began to collect just inside from the front door. He tore his mittens from his hands and tossed them down the hall. Buyo, the cat, casually picking one up with its maw and taking the glove off to who knows where.
For an entire month he'd been doing this, trying to get her to come out, to stop hiding from the cold reality of the world.
A strong gust of wind blew even more snow into the house, several flakes drifting up the stairs, dusting his coat with snow. Could he really blame her, for wanting to stay out of the coldness of the world around them?
"Kagome… We only have each other," His gaze shifted to the ceiling, looking to it as if it may have the answers he needed. "It's just you and me…"
He curled himself up into a ball, thinking of his mother's smiling face. Of his grandfather's crazy antics. Of his sister who used to be so strong willed and adventurous.
"What're we gonna do?"
Another cold gust blew through the house. Souta toyed with the idea of making his way down the stairs to close the front door. But he found himself basking in the lack of heat, in the physical numbness as he started to lose feeling in his nose and ears.
The bedroom door opened behind him, warm comforting arms wrapping around him as he fell back against her chest. He could feel his sister's nose pressed into the top of his hat, her tears soaking through the cloth.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" She sobbed softly.
a/n: fifteen brownie points to who ever can guess what movie I saw recently. *sniffle sniffle sad sad*