every heart’s not filled with love,

Not every open wound is simply healed by time, But revenge is always sweet---------------------------------------

talia had been in this town long enough that she had secured a job and had been squandering at some male’s house that she met when one of the dogs that she had walked had escaped. they had gotten to talking and well, the story was still being written. she had a small room which was more than what she was used to since dylan’s untimely death. but now, talia decided that morning that she was going to go looking for the main source of her appearance in this town. at first, she had been in the depths of the city, doing what she did best before finding herself on the outskirts and then into the rural town as more information began to flood in about her dearest brother. waking up without an alarm, it was nearly mid-afternoon, the sun had poured in through her blinds and ripped her from a nightmare that she had been having. waking up in a layer of sweat had been unpleasant and called for an immediate shower which talia took and then walked into the kitchen wrapped in nothing but a towel. her roommate, the male of the house, had been sitting at the table and nearly choked on his coffee when he saw talia in nothing but a white towel and her hair tied up in a messy, bun. her eyes shot skyward instantly as she poured out a cup of coffee for herself and leaned into the counter while sipping it. ”so…do your plans for the day include clothes?”, he inquired while going back to his paper in which talia nodded, ”meeting an old friend today.”, downing the coffee and placing the empty cup in the sink. he seemed genuinely confused and talia could see that he was trying not to pry, ”maybe you know of him? liam kealey.”, her head tilting to the side as she stepped over to the table, making her new roommate even more uncomfortable. it just amused her further, ”n-nope..”, and she gave a small huff, ”too bad. great guy., her tone contradicting her words as she strolled back into her room and dropped her towel at the door before closing it behind her.

now fully clothed, her roommate’s breathing had returned to normal, talia took to the streets to do one small task before she started to go down the street that her brother lived on. it had taken some hunting, some deep connections and such unsavory favours to get here to where she was today but talia was a survivor and she would keep on doing so—with or without her brother. the past six years or so had been without him, she could keep up the routine but something itched at her to go see him. even though he had abandoned her to rot in their hometown, talia found that she needed the support of her brother anyway. he was her biggest fan, her supporter, her personal cheerleader for life until he had chosen his future over her. he could have taken her with him but instead, he took off without much of a goodbye on his end and left her to clean up his old messes. shaking her head, she peered down at the address that had been scribbled across the tender skin of her palm. she pocketed her hand while approaching the building, glancing to the buzzer numbers. she hit his not once or twice but repeatedly, one long buzz and then a short, it was becoming something of a game to her and she knew it was going to be annoying to him. finally, talia pressed down on the button before stepping back from the door and the speaker box as she waited for some kind of evidence, a voice or a face, to show that her brother was in fact alive. and once that was proven to her, talia really had no idea. she had not actually planned this out well. facing him just seemed to give her heart a kick start into overdrive as she backed away from the door and the buzzer, brushing a hand through her hair quickly. each step pushed her further from her brother and she was thinking that was probably best. her foot hit the curb just as the front door opened and her eyes met a matching set, mirroring her wide eyed gaze, "liam..."

LIAM NOLAN KEALEY, 731 , eeeek she got scared...

if i had any heart left,

i need to find myself again I'VE COMPILED A LIST OF PLACES TO SEE BEFORE I DIE BUT I KNOW I WON'T I ALWAYS DRINK TOO MUCH AND NEVER SLEEP ENOUGH I'M STILL A LIAR AND I THINK I ALWAYS WILL BE AND IF I HAD ANY HEART LEFT I'D GIVE IT ALL TO YOU TO MAKE UP FOR TIME SPENT NOT TELLING THE TRUTH - TAG | TALIA MOLLY KEALEY WORDS | 940 NOTES | OH SIBLINGS I MISSED YOU

It had been a long day and, unfortunately, it was not even close to being over. One of the worst parts of owning your own business, as Liam had found out in the past almost year since he’d taken over at the book store, was that sometimes you had to work unsociable hours. That was something he didn’t mind, as long as he got the unsociable hours at the end of the day. He didn’t mind closing the store down in the dark. He was fine with it. What he couldn’t abide was having to get up at the crack of dawn and catch the train into the city before he’d even had coffee and then to have to open the store at stupid o’clock in the morning. That was some kind of bullshit, and if he didn’t think he’d end up haemorrhaging money he didn’t exactly have, he wouldn’t have opened up shop until he rolled out of bed around mid-afternoon. His shift had gone by slowly. It was a slow day and there hadn’t been much to do, except stand around and bicker with one of his employees who had suddenly decided she desperately needed this weekend off work. Liam had tried explaining to her nicely that he could not just give people time off work without them giving him any notice, which had resulted in a lot of arguing. She’d stamped her foot a few times and called him unfair. Liam had told her life wasn’t fair and that she was giving him a headache, so he was going home early. He could do that if he wanted. Boss privileges. Besides, he’d thought he was done dealing with stroppy teenage girls when he’d left his little sister behind in Boston. He’d not started a whole new life just to recreate the shittier parts of his old one. He supposed there was just no getting away from certain obligations, though. They haunted you. After work, he’d come straight home. Which was a pain in the fucking ass, because commuting in and out of the city at any time of day was just naturally a pain in the fucking ass. Even more so when he was tired and grumpy and he had a teenager-induced headache. By the time he got back to his shitty apartment, took a shower, and then had a couple of drinks to take the edge off his day, he felt pretty much spent. He wondered where time went and whether he was supposed to… do anything with it except complain internally and work and sleep, but he couldn’t think of anything. The day was technically his now, but he had no plans – except possibly seeing Dani later, which depended very much on her real boyfriend’s whims – and no desire to really do anything at all. He made it to the couch. Sat. Was blissfully still. May even have fallen asleep briefly, until he was disturbed by the annoying grating noise of the apartment buzzer. He remained entombed in the couch for a moment, eyes impatiently shut, waiting to see if it would stop. Maybe it was someone pressing the wrong button. It was probably someone pressing the wrong button. He was not expecting anyone. No one could possibly be coming to bother him… As the buzzing continued, his denial waned, and Liam reluctantly hauled himself out of the comforting embrace of his threadbare couch cushions and back onto his feet. He idly stifled a yawn as he made his way to the call box and proceeded to attempt to let his visitor in. Unfortunately, his caller appeared to be a fucking idiot who was not familiar with how a call box worked, because they seemed to be holding the button down or something. Well, pressing it, and then holding it down for long periods immediately afterwards so that he couldn’t respond or hit the door release. Great. So a moron then. That, or stupid kids just trying to be a pain in the ass. Either way, they probably weren’t going to stop until he went down there and either let them in or scared them off. With an irritable sigh, Liam left his apartment and entered the stairwell. “Fuck you.” He murmured under his breath as he jogged impatiently down all three sets of damp stairs. The elevator was out, had been for weeks, and the stairwell stank faintly of mould and old garbage. There was only one upside to living in this shithole, and that was the very low monthly rent. “Fuck you. Fuck you...” The breathless mantra continued with every other step. Perhaps if he cursed his idiot visitor all the way down the stairs he’d be less inclined to take his irritation out on them in person. Perhaps. He reached the ground floor lobby, fumbled briefly with the front door release and then yanked it open. “What – ?” He had already started to snap when he suddenly actually recognised the face on the other side of the door. He knew those wide, wild eyes staring up at him in apparent horror from the curb, and the voice that hesitantly formed his name. “Liam…” He stopped short in the doorway, momentarily struck so dumb that he couldn’t even return the formality. Her name was on the tip of his tongue but wouldn’t pass his lips. “Fuck. Fuck – Molly?” No, not that one. He had not called her that in years. “Talia. What the fuck?” That wasn’t brotherly love at its finest, admittedly, but he was surprised. More than surprised. To see her here. How had she even found him after all this time?

Not every open wound is simply healed by time, But revenge is always sweet---

deep down, deep deep down, she needed her brother in her life. she needed him as a source of pain that she always believed she deserved in life and she needed him as a leaning post when life got hard. when he left, everything went to shit and though liam had always tried to drill into her brain that life was unfair, she did not believe him until he left her. life had never thrown the pair a good set of cards—death, abuse and troubles always seemed to follow the two of them but at least they had one another. now, with everything tossed out her window of life, she needed her brother. she needed to cry on his shoulder and tell him everything that happened with corey and with daniel’s death and just explain everything but talia was far too proud for that. he had to earn that kind of trust back as talia had no real reason to show up on his doorstep. he had no reason to want her to but she was going to. the courage was finally mustered up as she finished getting ready and stepped out the door, breathing in the fresh air. it seemed like a good day to drop in unannounced and ruin her brother’s fairytale. it started with the buzzer that she was confident would grate annoyingly on his already thin patience. her brother never was a patient person and if anyone knew what grinded liam’s gears, it was her. the buzz went in inconsistent patterns and then she finally released the button after too much pressure was applied and her finger ached from being bent at a weird shape. she waited on the step, not grabbing for the door when people came and went—she wanted him to come out. she did not want to meet him halfway up the dingy stairwell—which she could only imagine smelled like soiled walls and garbage— she could guess by just the simple glance of the structure. she could just imagine him cursing the entire amount of flight of stairs as he came to her and then she would be standing here. but then talia found herself backing up from the door, stepping off the curb and onto the sidewalk. her hands were suddenly running through her brunette tresses set into natural waves which crashed into her back as she ruffled them and then released the handful. her mind raced and her heart pounded into her ears as she looked to the door. she still had time to escape.

his anger had exploded as he fumbled with the door, seeing his figure on the other side of the glass but he had not seen her. she could still bolt. she could still escape what would be the worst sibling reunion in the history of the world. but she was stuck to the concrete, like her feet were nailed down. what?—“, well that was rude, she thought before giving her head a shake as he finally looked into her eyes which were wide as saucers at this moment. she had seen him coming, she had planned this out but not well enough. the only word to slip out was his name and he just stared at her, dumbfounded. his eyes were mirroring her own and she raised a hand while sucking in her bottom lip to chew on—a habit from childhood. giving him a small wave to both bring him back to reality and greet him as the family trait of wordless shock seemed to be affecting them both at the moment. it stung when he spoke of her pet name, her middle name but it was always molly to him. no one else called her that so if she had any idea that her brother was suffering from amnesia or was replaced by an evil twin, those thoughts were now gone. it was her real brother standing before her. dropping her hand to the side, she shrugged to his sudden outburst which was half expected. he never could handle these kind of situations like a normal person. but talia, well, sarcasm was her best defense to shied her from hurtful words or love, ”well that’s nice…’’, she mumbled out, brushing one hand through her hair and then another, biting down on her bottom lip again and giving a shrug. what the fuck?, his reaction words echoed in her mind and she knew right then and there that this was a complete mistake. ”surprise?”, her words accompanied another shrug before she took a step back and gnawed on her bottom lip again.

LIAM NOLAN KEALEY, 731 , she's going to ruin his life..