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He could still remember the faithful day.. When he was selfish and got himself an IPhone, and didn't see his older sister pass.
The blonde haired male scratched at his arm in thought. His leg bouncing up and down. He was known to get a bit hyper in those ways for his sweet-tooth, but he really was just anxious.
What he was anxious about would be something simple.
He thought he was a bad Mormon. After all, only bad Mormons had to deal with the pain that is the Spooky Mormon Hell Dream.. Or- that's what his father told him. His family wasn't in the best place when his sister died..
Honestly, what he would do to see her put on her shoes and dance and twirl around again... He missed that. He missed wrapping his arms around her body and hugging her tight. He missed when she would start peppering a dumb amount of kisses onto his forehead, nose and cheeks, continuing to tackle him into a tickle fight. He missed when she brushed and styled his hair, or helped him choose a tie for church, or snuck him snacks when he was sick and stuck in his room.
He would have opened his eyes to see a figure entering his room. It was Elder McKinley.
"Elder, You doing alright? You've been in here for quite a bit." The copper haired missionary shut the door behind him. He had a smile on his lips, but seeing the blonde male's face.. It faded.
"What's wrong?" He tilted his head, coming over and sitting himself on Elder Thomas's bed. His look was soft. He wasn't going to force the other to tell, but he would have inched over once more to adjust on the bed as he looked at the shorter elder, who was also his roommate and companion.
Thomas fumbled with his tie for a moment, trying to think on how to go with this before sighing and lifting his head up.
"I keep thinking of my sister, and I'm guilty about it..." His baby blue eyes flicked over towards the other and soon met Connor's stormy blue ones.
The blonde haired male exhaled, then continued.
"I feel that its my fault that she died. Or-- Well-.. Not quite. Cancer is kinda hard to beat.. And I thought that when I had enough time for my own happiness.. that when she needed me, I wasn't there.." He explained his thoughts, and the Copper haired male would listen attentively. Taking in his mission companions words.
"What.. caused you to not be there for her?" The latter listened as he lifted one leg over his other, changing his position a small bit as he rested his hand on his knee.
The shorter male felt bad for the reason, but he couldn't help but have a faint heat travel up to his face.. "It's stupid.." He muttered, looking down at his feet which swayed faintly.
"No reason is stupid, Elder. It can't truly be that bad." McKinley placed a reassuring hand to Thomas's shoulder.
A small beat passed before he spoke up, voice a little bit quiet.. He hated thinking back on all of this..
"I was going to buy the newest IPhone.."
He picked at his nails faintly, Then looked back at the other. He couldn't quite read McKinley's face. It was a mix of reassurance, but with a tad hint of confusion. A look of 'you really left your sister on her deathbed for a new phone?'.. A look he's seen before from his father. From his mother. From his family, friends, the people at his church.. Sure they cared for the situation.. But god was the reason stupid.. Some people even assumed that he didn't care..
The taller, copper haired elder would then hum. "...Well.." He started, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought. But then stopped the action as he blinked, and his head turned to face the other. "What If I told you that there was a way to feel.. A little less bad?" McKinley thought about how he was wording his.. Well- Words.
"What do you mean?" Thomas sat up, voice quiet, but McKinley saw he was a bit intrigued.
"Well.. I know this little trick." He smiled. It was a trick that worked for his.. Problems.. So, surely it could work for another, Right. "So.. Imagine that.. That bad feeling is a pull chain to.. A ceiling fan." McKinley moved his hands a bit as he spoke. "The light is on, and the fan is spinning. So.. Lets say that Idea is the light. Bright and burning in your mind."
"okay?"
"And your holding that pull chain. So.. What you gotta do is..."
And with that, he motioned with his hand that he was pulling something down.
"Ca-chink- Its off." The hand that was motioning the downward pulling soon opened, and he let his hand fall like the idea was dissipating into thin air. "Think of it like-- The idea was on in your head.. And then, you turned the thought off!.. It works for me!" The Latter spoke.. And the Shorter elder would nod faintly..
"It does?" Thomas had his doubts.. But as he imagined what the other said. It.. Kind of worked.
"Mhm!" McKinley nodded and stood up. "I had some thoughts in my mind in 5th grade.. But I got fixed, and that trick worked ever since." He grinned. Saying that besides the previous pose he held while he was sitting.. Cause he was completely normal now. Totally.
"Is there anything else you got in your mind." McKinley blinked towards the other with a smile.
...
"Well-" Thomas said.. But it wasn't like having feelings for people you met was a bad thing- Heck, he found a liking towards Elder Church! But, they were just friends so there wasn't much to it..
Both Elders joined the rest of the district 9 group.. All of them talking about the newcomers who would join them in about a month, Meanwhile some were playing Scrabble..
Yep.. He was gonna be okay.