Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151108194536/@comment-25567518-20151204094328

Olivae sobbed into her older sister's chest, the longing and sorrow of her older sister was always there, she simply grew up and got used to it. She wistfully daydreamed and thought about her sister every once and a while, but didnt dwell on it

So to see her, feel her, smell her, hear her, it all seemed to good to be true, so she held her sister in a deathgrip and vowed to never let go for a awhile

"M-mother and *hic* f-father told me about what h-happened *hic* We thought y-you were d-dead!" She cried