[ You just did. This is a start. This is what starting feels like.
She closes her eyes, and she pulls up, within her, and old spool like a movie reel. Memories crowded together and wound tight. Christmases; birthdays; the cold touch of snow. Dangling her legs through the columns of the bannister and watching people move from above. Curling up in a big, soft bed; running in bare feet over soft grass. Charles isn't directly in any of these memories, there's not a glimpse of his face, but he is there, just the same. There is an overwhelming feeling of his presence, loving and protecting and beloved. Brother. Charles, Charles, Charles, like the soft smells of apple and cinnamon that spread through an empty house when a pie is baking. ]
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She closes her eyes, and she pulls up, within her, and old spool like a movie reel. Memories crowded together and wound tight. Christmases; birthdays; the cold touch of snow. Dangling her legs through the columns of the bannister and watching people move from above. Curling up in a big, soft bed; running in bare feet over soft grass. Charles isn't directly in any of these memories, there's not a glimpse of his face, but he is there, just the same. There is an overwhelming feeling of his presence, loving and protecting and beloved. Brother. Charles, Charles, Charles, like the soft smells of apple and cinnamon that spread through an empty house when a pie is baking. ]