"So. We have to, somehow get these siblings to meet up, and realise that they are being stupid in ignoring each other. We have to make them realise that, deep down, the love each other really, and that they should form a stronger, better relationship with one another, and therefore come to their grandmother's funeral with no fear of meeting the other one.
"Right."
Jesse made no comment throughout this, walking silently, sullenly by my side, staring at his feet, and the leaves that moved with each step. I watched him with a little pit at the bottom of my stomach, which kept growing. I felt like being sick. This wasn't him angry. It wasn't him serious. It wasn't him jealous, or thinking about something that I could cope with.
This was completely out of my depth.
My house came into view, and I sighed; long and loud. My legs suddenly became heavy, and it cost me a great effort to keep walking. I turned to Jesse, and, despairingly, gazed into his eyes. They didn't meet my own, but from what I could see, they held a strange longing, and misery. I wanted to reach out and help him-
But I couldn't.
"Well. Bye then…"
He just inclined his head, and began to walk away, and didn't look back. I watched him, my heart doing some strange tuggy-jumpy thing, before walking up to my house.
I didn't realise until I closed the door, that my mother had been watching the scene. She looked me up and down, and pulled me into a tight hug.
And, although I really didn't want to-I cried.