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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
My love, what did I do to make you fall so far from me?
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
Everyday it felt like her brother drifted further and further away away from her. Lizzie couldn’t figure out why. Was as it because he was rebelling? Was this a way of telling her something? Showing her something she was to ignorant to realise? Was this act of showing her something she didn’t know? She was just unable to understand
She was lost. What if she never knew how to fix the rifted between them? What would she have to do to have her little brother run up to hug her again? She do anything. Even if she have to kill someone for him. But what if that was the problem? She just didn’t want to understand.
What if I was the blasted salmon?! The stupid little creature she made for her brother to practice on instead of hurting his precious little cod. Not long after they started to leave their usual post and invade her ocean he hasn’t been the same. She just wanted to understand.
Understand she will.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
And now I can’t recall the cause of the fall. Selective memory.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
Finding out your closest ally is actually your brother was not something Lizzie ever expected. It brought so many feelings she just couldn’t get. Don’t get her wrong, she was happy. But she just didn’t understand. What did it all mean? What did she do that they forgot?
They both were applaud. Jimmy was shocked, but also happy. Excited even, he loved the thought of being related to his favourite ally. It took them a week to even mention it to anyone, they wanted to be sure. What would she do if that was wrong?
Not much changed in their relationship. She never realised how strangely close they were, they had always acted like siblings. Lizzie never thought to dwell on it as she had seen him as a brother. Was there anyway to ensure she wouldn’t lose him this time? What would she do if she lost him again?
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
Then you built a wall. A twenty foot wall. So I couldn’t see.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
Jimmy was hurting and she could see it. Lizzie would do anything to help him but he was to stubborn to listen. She guesses that it’s probably cause of how much he hangs out with Scott. But it breaks her heart every time Jimmy is clearly hurting and won’t say anything. She just wants to help.
She could take a gamble at what was bothering him, but she didn’t want to make it worse. There was just too much going on and not enough time for her to just be with her loved ones. Lizzie couldn’t bare to see his tear stained face and to be only thrown out when trying to help. She just wishes to help.
But it seems that emotions was just the one thing she’ll never understand. She heard many people say that she was obvious but she didn’t think it was this bad. There was just so much that shouldn’t understand about the more human side of her brother. But she can become the help.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
But if I get off my knees, I might recall, I’m twenty feet tall.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
“I- I’m so sorry..” Jimmy said broken off by a sharp cough. She didn’t need to know what happened, she needed to know that her brother was okay. Rushing to the Prisma Palace, she was terrified to see that the water was gone. She was more then just terrified but Lizzie now knew what she had to do. What she was prepared to do.
She was always afraid something might happen to her ocean. She had prepared things, many things. Like guards that knew how to evacuate all her people if she were to forget. Like a bag filled to the brim with things that could jog her memory, like letters she wrote to her husband. Or stories she made up for her brother. It was what she knew to do.
Lizzie could die right then and there. But so long as her brother with all the bearings she could was flying off to safety. She couldn’t bring herself to care. She gave a small smile and with little tears as she watched his rocket away. The blue of her skin started to peel away and she knew it was time. There were just somethings she just couldn’t do.
“What on earth am I doing here?”
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
“I’m twenty feet tall”
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝