Michael sat down at his laptop, staring at the screen. His eyes were glued to his list of contacts, showing how many were online. 'FtLouie'. There she was. That hadn't changed. He touched the screen with a finger, moving across the name, sighing softly.
"Michael? What are you doing?" Michael quickly exited and swiveled around on his desk chair to face Lilly.
"Oh, hey, Lil." Michael smiled at her, trying to hide the fact that he probably looked guilty.
"You were touching the screen, and sighing. What's going on? Who were you thinking about?" Lilly grinned at him and attempted to push him away to see who it was. Although Michael had been working out over the past two years, having grown more muscle than ever before, and Lilly had lost all her puppy fat doing a lot of cardio, she was still able to counter his defense and still had an edge over him: her long, clawing fingernails that had been painted jet-black. She pushed him away and opened the tab. Mia's contact was the only one online, and instead of seeing Lilly looking amused and smirking at him, she looked stricken.
"Lilly. What's wrong?" Michael looked up at his sister and saw, for perhaps the first time, an expression of pity for him on her face.
"Oh, Michael. You're still in love with Mia, aren't you?" Lilly looked at her brother's hurt expression and grabbed his head. She wound her arms around his head while he wrapped his arms around her stomach and sobbed into it.
"I'll help."
"What?"
"I'll help you, Michael." Lilly pulled his head away and gave him a shaky smile.