Snippet #1572107

Anna stood up straight, no longer leaning against the doorframe or anything for that matter. Her pale green gaze shifted to stare at her brother, the calm in them hadn't left with the news but, if it was possible, her eye became a little more guarded. More cautious, cold. She was completely shocked, she wanted to cry, but hid this as easily as she had been doing lately and merely nodded at Will. A nod that could mean anything; she wanted to convey her real feelings but managed to still keep herself distant.

Moments. That's how long it had been but she found she needed to look away from her brother's concerned brown eyes, instead staring down at the hardwood floor. She considered going to her mother, comforting the woman who had just lost her husband. Her own father. But she just couldn't do it, she felt as though she would fall apart if she even tried. Anna couldn't comfort anyone. She didn't know what to do, how to make someone feel better. Not when she felt the same.

" No." She murmured, her verbal response extremely delayed by her internal struggles to refrain from speaking.