So I walked in on my sister and her...ex?  Seriously, I have no idea what to call her.  I thought they weren't together but there they were, very together.  So I don't know what she is, what they are.  But there they were, in bed together.  Sound asleep and, I'm almost certain, without a single piece of clothing between them.  

It's funny ya know, Ashley acts like such a tough kid, like she doesn't need anything.  But when they were together, and apparently it's still true now, she's the one who sleeps with her head on Spencer's shoulder.  She's the one who curls into Spencer's side, who has Spencer's arm wrapped around her shoulders.  And I hadn't seen her look so peaceful since...well it's been a very long time.

I shouldn't have still been standing there.  I should have gone to my room, left them to whatever it was they were trying to become.  But I didn't.  My sister could be a first-class fuck-up.  I mean, the number of times she'd managed to hurt Spencer, who in my estimation is possibly the sweetest girl on the planet, was remarkable.  And so many times I don't think she got it, ya know?  I don't think she understood how much she was hurting her.  I also don't think she realized how much she was hurting herself.  But she figured it out.   When Spencer left her, she figured it out.

She changed then.  Not overnight, but she did change.  She stopped caring so much about herself, about superficial shit, and started paying more attention to everyone around her.  I guess that was what Spencer wanted.  Obviously it was enough for her to put her wounded heart back out there again.  She was here after all.

Seeing them together again, whatever they were, they were happy.  I already said my sister could be a first-class fuck-up, but if she could manage to change, change enough to win back a girl who's heart she'd ripped apart more times than I can count, maybe there was hope for everyone.  Maybe there was hope for me...

So I stood in the doorway and watched them sleeping for a few minutes longer.  Just wanting to know that they were really ok.  Wanting to believe that maybe everything could be ok again.