Affront words and angriness is not much of a match and combined with unripe age, it is truly ruinous. I see how pain and betrayal swam deeply in her transparent brown eyes. How negative and unexpected turn out gnawed her very presence. How her mouth bubbles with words so impulsively mad and unrighteous. How her brow uncreased and temple rested brought by the exhausting blabber, although we almost listened to this litany throughout our adolescence over and over and over and over again, it still pains as much as the first time it was said.
     I want to tell her "it's alright" but stating lies has never been a lingua franca for me, so instead I told her things she needed to hear that no friend, or best at that, could ever tell her but me. Because I know precisely what she feels, how and why she feels that way. Because I need not ask. I know. But telling these things never eased her, and I never knew or know what could. So before she sleep, I just hug her and ran my hand down softly in her shoulder. When she slept I just sit upright and head away to brush my teeth, lock the door, watch her and wish that by the morning, she wouldn't feel as pained as she was in the night. I don't think what I did was sisterly, because to be truthful, I'm not sure if I even knew how. But I love her, and I know doing what you can even when you're doubting is the most sisterly thing you could ever do.