❝ I lost half an arm and my eye. What have 𝙮𝙤𝙪 lost? Tell me Smoothie. What exactly did 𝙮𝙤𝙪 lose?❞
❝ Oh that's right... 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.❞
Peppermint was used to her siblings coldness by now, that much was evident.
“Evidently you didn’t try hard enough.”
Rolling her eyes. Her heart has long since frozen over. She doesn’t even seem to care much for her own sister..
There it was. The word everyone kept implying about her. 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙠.
❝... Why does it matter if I feel so deeply all the time? At least I 𝙘𝙖𝙣 empathize with people.❞