𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭.

trust, she wishes she could forget him. it’s hard to make jayde look like the sane one in any relationship, yet he managed to do it. ‘ how long have you been back? ‘ she asks, glancing around in search of a seemingly clean chair to sit in. ‘ how long are you —

‘ someone has to be the funny sibling, and it sure as hell can’t be a howlett. ‘ what can she say? she’s in a stellar mood. seeing her sister will do that to her. she notes the hollowness in jocelyn’s cheeks, her dark circles, yet she refrains from perusing through her —

her cat meows in protest, but jayde is too focused on her sister to mind. smiling to herself, she wraps up jocelyn in her embrace for a long moment. a long moment in a tight embrace that neither would usually grant. ‘ did you have to take a loan out for it? ‘ she chuckles —