There were two graves Jewell was a visitor to more often than not; she had ordered a bench set up opposite of them for that very reason. She was there sitting on that bench now after an awful verbal fight with Alex and Brian at the Inn. She had traced the lettering on both graves first before taking her seat: "Celfina Cher Colista" on the right and "Gene Colista" on the left.
"It felt like old times, love," she addressed the stone on the right. She always spoke to that one even if she would carelessly admit that she had no belief in an afterlife and was unsure if her "sister" had one when she was alive. It didn't really matter, it was for comfort's sake. "They were just shouting at each other like little children, like the stupid little boys they are. And you know," she wiped a hand over her eyes, sniffling, "you know they won't listen to me...they won't stop. They would have listened to you, you were always louder..tougher. Or Midara..or even Kat maybe. I don't know."
Her elbows went to her knees and her face buried in her hands as she fell silent for a time. She could only guess at what her sister might have said to her. Her voice was muffled by her fingers, "I gotta be loyal to Alex...you know that. You'd understand that. The kids..and..just for me. But Brian, I will always be loyal to Brian. He's my brother no matter what," fingers slid down her wet face so she could look at that headstone again, "you taught me that too well to forget. Family is family."
Jewell remember Cher's mother and how she had tried to kill her daughter but Cher had still regarded her as family. That was who she learned her values from and she clung to them.
She rubbed at her face roughly to wipe away the tears, "These men are gonna be the death of me, love...I know it."
She spent some more time sitting there, catching both mother and son up on the latest gossip and goings-on in her life before it was time to leave. Leaning over, she kissed each headstone and left a waterlily for each behind before she was gone.
"It felt like old times, love," she addressed the stone on the right. She always spoke to that one even if she would carelessly admit that she had no belief in an afterlife and was unsure if her "sister" had one when she was alive. It didn't really matter, it was for comfort's sake. "They were just shouting at each other like little children, like the stupid little boys they are. And you know," she wiped a hand over her eyes, sniffling, "you know they won't listen to me...they won't stop. They would have listened to you, you were always louder..tougher. Or Midara..or even Kat maybe. I don't know."
Her elbows went to her knees and her face buried in her hands as she fell silent for a time. She could only guess at what her sister might have said to her. Her voice was muffled by her fingers, "I gotta be loyal to Alex...you know that. You'd understand that. The kids..and..just for me. But Brian, I will always be loyal to Brian. He's my brother no matter what," fingers slid down her wet face so she could look at that headstone again, "you taught me that too well to forget. Family is family."
Jewell remember Cher's mother and how she had tried to kill her daughter but Cher had still regarded her as family. That was who she learned her values from and she clung to them.
She rubbed at her face roughly to wipe away the tears, "These men are gonna be the death of me, love...I know it."
She spent some more time sitting there, catching both mother and son up on the latest gossip and goings-on in her life before it was time to leave. Leaning over, she kissed each headstone and left a waterlily for each behind before she was gone.