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What were you doing here? You knew you needed nothing, this store was filled with things that were utterly useless to you. But despite all that something inside you was pulling you towards it- like a magnet and metal. You couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't stop the way your fingers twisted to close around an object- but what object? You didn't know yet, but your feet did, because they walked with a purpose, they directed you with confidence. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as your fingers closed around the hard object. It was a clip of some sorts, one that may be used to clip back the long hair of a woman. You didn't need it and you told yourself that you didn't but you couldn't let it go. Instead you tucked it away into the depths of your jacket, your fingers shaking with fear and adrenaline as you headed back towards the door that had lead you in. You don't pay for the object, you never did.

Before you know guilt is weighing down on you as you walk down a path that parallels the ocean. You wanted to run back to the store and thrust the stolen object at the store owners face but you only knew that that would cause trouble for you, you could be arrested and punished and then mother would worry and you would only be making a mess. So instead you walk away from the shop your ears listening to the sound of the ocean and the gentle humming of a musical object- wait was that the harmonica? You knew that sound, you knew it so well, your brother constantly indulging himself in producing a harmony just as sweet.

With a smile you follow the whisper song until you find him, seated on an edge, dark eyes taking in the scene in front of him. Suddenly you throw the clip onto his lap, a grin dancing in your lips, “I think you will be needing this more than me, sis.”

The clip lands on his lap just as the source of the whispering music cuts off. You watch as the blonde haired boy turns to look up at you and your half grin. A sarcastic thanks slips past the guard of his lips only making your grin grow until it was paint across your whole face. You remembered when your brother had been so sick that he could barely get out of bed, he ha been around for, making you the age of five- or was it six? You couldn’t quite remember. You you remember him ask you to bring a cup of water. You had smiled at him and told hymn that you would be right back- that his wishes were your command.

You got the water, but you never gave it to him. Instead you sat beside him and drank it, saying just how perfect it was on your parched tongue. He had gotten to flustered and you had only wanted t laugh, but you couldn't bring yourself to. So, instead, you got another cup and age it to him, with a weak, but apologetic smile. You had felt awful, there was no questioning that. Now the boy laughs, prying apart the plastic clip and sliding it through the log hair that formed his fringe. You laugh with him for a little while, as the laugh dies down to momentary silence, only to be destroyed but your brothers youthful voice, "Please tell me you didn't steal this from Ma.” You tilt your head, your mind wandering over what you should tell him. You were sure if he knew about you. What if he did? And you said yes? He would know you were lying. But what if he didn't? and you told him that you stole it? Would he look at you with a look of distaste?

“I dont think it will be missed, ma has plenty.” You smile through your lie, placing a gentle hand of his shoulder as he slips from the place where he was perch. “What are you doing out here, Bap?”