Chapter 252

We get home and we both get off the bus looking a little bit to solemn for my liking, and so I decide to put a smile on my face. I walk down leaving him in front of the house and going into the ice cream store that is just around the corner. I decide to buy two huge bowls of ice cream and I wonder exactly how much I've spent from my credit card.

Once aunt arrives I doubt she would be too excited or fascinated by the way that i was simply spending money, and I'm also worried that there is no way that I can practically check this thing. She is the one who still handles our monetary assets as for now, and I am pretty sure that I have spent at least a little fortune on all the clothes and bags that i had bought doing our little shopping spree.

By the time I get back home once more Scott isn't there anymore. I'm guessing that he has gone to his music class and I walk by his room scoffing at the door, like he was the one who was standing there.

He makes me feel so so so bad, he makes me feel insecure of myself as a person. As his sister I am supposed to know everything about him, if he doesn't trust me then who else can he trust?.

I know that boys aren't really thought to be big on that emotion something, but I think this particular boy has been emotional. I have seen him discussing about his fears and his wonders and about the possibility of his future with me. How I wish everyday could be like that. How i wish every minute with him would be like that. How i wish he would stop keeping secrets from me, secrets which make my heart palpitate at how sad he's getting day by day.

Even if I have seen Scott display happiness that I haven't seen in him before, I have also noticed the perpetual sadness that he's always in. I've also noticed the way he is always sad even with his viper like demanour that he puts up each and every time he meets someone else.

I still managed to take notice of the way my brother isn't happy even when it comes to school work or to anything else, he isn't happy. The reason that i had been so panicked at him feeling unsure of going to his music class was because I had never seen the sort of happiness that was on his face whenever he played his music.

 I'm guessing that since I've seen him play music only once, I shouldn't be too sure of that, but yes I am. I am sure of it like I've never been sure of anything else in my life.

Me catching him playing the piano and singing with his voice, his face and that look of happiness and tranquillity on his face, that look is something that is foreign to me too.

Something that is foreign to me even as someone who has experienced a little bit of happiness before.