Pondering around her mansion wondering unaccompanied Brianna reflected on Michael's words. Adelaide and her had been friends since the beginning, they understood each other in ways others could not. She was the older sister is had always wished for. Yet here she paced back and forth gathering stare looks from some guest. Some who attempted to make conversation but Brianna made short to cut them short because her mind could not clear the fearful look of Adelaide's face. The tears forming almost free flowing.
Guilt
Guilt
Haunted her veins, she would like to go to the top and go scream her lungs out just like she would do with Adelaide anytime she felt overwhelmed. That was their thing.
" Wait." She talked to herself. " Maybe that's not such a bad idea." If she would go just maybe she could sense or be pointed in the right directions. To find the right words.
