Flower lay awake, The fourth day in a row where he couldn't bring himself to sleep. to sit up, He'd grab onto the desk beside of him, easing himself out of bed and up to stand, Exchanging a soft glare to the photo of his sister hanging on the wall, God how he missed her, If only he could see her once more, Even if just for a few moments.He'd adore any at all time with her as last time they'd had talked was a rough three years ago.He'd be mourning his sister's absence in his life as an idea struck him, Maybe he still had her number? Scrolling through his phone, Finally, He found a contact labeled "Sis <3" it seemed to have gone untouched for years.With a touch of hesitation, He began to shake, Also beginning to text a message to her. ---to be continued in chapter two---