"I'm hungry."
"Then go make yourself something to eat."
"I'm tired."
"Then go to sleep."
"Reese. . ."
"Yeah?"
"Can you make me some soup and cover me with a blanket?"
"What? I'm not your butler; do it yourself."
"I don't want to move."
"Rev. . ."
"Some random girl made fun of my hair today."
". . ."
"She had these long, lucious, blonde locks of hair."
". . . And?"
"And they were beautiful."
". . ."
"HOW CAN SOMEONE KEEP THAT? It frustrates me."
". . .I see."
"It's just so. . . frustrating!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know, I know. You're yanking your hair."
"Is it my fault?"
"I don't know. It's Trich, isn't it?"
"Yeah. . . Trich."
". . ."
". . ."
"Don't sigh, don't sigh. I'll go get your soup and blanket now."
"Thanks."
Author's Note: this was uploaded on Hari Raya 2015 so, selamat hari raya :)
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Trich
Short StoryA dialogue-only story about Revara [who suffers from a severe case of trichotillomania] and her [sort-of supportive] younger brother, Reese. _______________________ Cover by me :D Revara speaks with normal font. Reese speaks with italics. Book One o...
