It was lonely here. Likely because, though she could no longer feel her sister she knew that she should.
Alex didn’t often let her stay anywhere alone for very long. She was grateful for that, more than grateful.
She wasn’t certain what would have happened if she had been alone.
Mary (and it was very strange to think that was her name now) pulled out a book from the shelves standing in front of her and flipped through it halfheartedly. The story was one of those ‘old’ books written back before the turn of the century. Her eyes slid over the words and Mary didn’t absorb anything about them, couldn’t even tell anyone what they were talking about so she closed the old and valuable book and placed it back on the shelf in front of her.
“You know that book’s actually pretty interesting to read.”
Mary didn’t jump, didn’t even startle, when Alex spoke up from behind her. She simply nodded without even looking at him.
Even if she didn’t want to be alone, she had yet been able to talk overly much about anything.
Alex was mostly fine with that and continued talking about the book, the author and even how it had made its way into his family’s collection.