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She entered the kitchen and went straight for the kettle only to find it was already warm
Prue entered the kitchen and went straight for the kettle only to find it was already warm.
'Hey there,' a timid voice said from behind her.
'Woah, trying to give me a heart attack there Piper? Prue asked giving her sister a warm, but brief smile.
She noticed that Piper didn't return it.
'Perhaps not the best choice of words Prue' I thought to myself.
'Couldn't sleep.' Piper stated
'I can't believe it's been 2 months' she continued
'I miss her.'
Piper's pov
It's two months to the day of the death of my mother.
She went on a camping trip with Paige, it was an early birthday trip, me, Prue and Phoebe couldn't go because we were away at summer camp with school, we never saw her again.
I still expect to be woken by the smell of sandalwood, the smell of mum, and to open my eyes to see her at the end of my bed with a hot chocolate in her hands.
I still expect to see her warm, kind eyes and happy smile.
I'll never have that again
'Me too' established Prue, opening the faucet and refilling the already warm kettle.
'Well I'm gonna get in the shower' Piper said getting up from the paper strewn and 'once – upon – a – time' dining table, walking to the sink and carefully sinking her mug into the soapy water.
'Piper?' Prue called out just as Piper reached the doorway.
Piper turned around
'It's gonna be ok, we'll get through this.' Prue reassured her younger sister.
'Sure' Piper replied and walked out.
Prue
This is far from ok. I concluded to myself.
The ketle finished boiling
I picked up the kettle and poured my drink, it was my favourite, hot chocolate with a hint of coffee. I took a sip, and screwed up my face. It was disgusting, I could never get it how mum used to do it for me, I do it to coffee-ish, whereas she did it perfectly.
She turned around with and leaned back on the counter and nursed her drink as though it gave her comfort.
After some time she remembered what she was supposed to be doing, and glided towards the kitchen door and very much in a daze, which she snapped out of just in time to avoid the doorframe that she was close to imprinting the shape of her body into.
She decided to start with Paige's clothes first, so she could check on her at the same time.
Prue stood in the doorway to Paige's bedroom as though it was a portal to a world she knew nothing about, or what to do in it, she was there for a fair bit of time before heading towards the wardrobe.
Paige was very restless, tossing and turning in her bed with the occasional murmur or distressed and scared expression plastered on her pretty, pale face.
Prue
It really hurts to see her like this, even more that I can't help her.
I can't take it anymore.
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