"Parents," He sighed heavily beneath his breathe as he calmly organized his school books into his bag. An aggravation had begun to slowly but surely beat between his eyes as he parents had arrived home, only to harp and moan at him on the subject of his sister once more. "They aren't even home to see it." From the moment he heard the door creak open, his mother had been on about how he needed to spend more time on himself rather than worrying about Lorena. 'She will be fine,' she claimed with the utmost belief there was nothing wrong with her daughter. 'Honestly, Zane... worrying about her and crowding her in her room all day is not going to make it any better. If anything, you're more than likely furthering her.' Shaking his head as the remnants of their brief argument continued to twist and turn in his brain, the young man stepped foot out of the backdoor of the Marrone household and slowly began to make his way to anywhere but there. His heart beat heavier and heavier, with each step he took he became more and more agitated with his parental units.
He understood their side only slightly; why couldn't they see just how sick was their daughter? It had been the truth, that him standing around by her side and doing the little things he had been was not going to cure her ailments. The young man knew he was at least making a little improvement in her quality of life as she struggled. Lorena was his heart, his soul... They had always been so close. To lose her now would end his emotions, his reason for living, and his breath. She was the oxygen to his lungs and the sun to his skies.
With each step further into the backyard, Zane could feel his muscles free from their tensed state ever so slightly. Closing his hazel eyes and inhaling the deepest of breaths, his mind freed too. The sun's rays peaked from behind the one stray cloud quickly and immediately warmed the space around him as he fell to his knees. Time alone might do him some good, he reckoned, upon pushing himself backward to sit comfortably on his rear. The fresh air was already alleviating his tension headache. Lorena was still on his mind, but he knew he needed to pay more attention to himself. Suddenly he could feel how tight his shoulders were and how weak his legs suddenly felt after sitting on them briefly; he had not been working out as he should have. Sure, he walked, but it was not enough. Sure, he are healthy, but he was not eating as frequently as needed. Maybe he truly was beginning to neglect himself, as his father had pointed out. Shaking his head as he fell back onto the cool grass, he tucked his hands into his jacket pocket and stared up at the sky. Even a chilly winter's day proved to be much warmer than the inside of the Marrone home some days.