Sisters II

“I really hate you.”
“I really love you.”

Through these words we had shared with each other, we let the other know our true feelings. What followed was a blur, filled with emotions. We were shouting at each other, tears were shed, hurtful words were spoken, bonds were broken. And then reformed. We didn’t keep anything from each other. We made our true feelings known and shared our suffering with the other. The jealous little sister and her oblivious elder sister.

We made a promise to never hide anything from the other. To share how we felt and to face the world as a pair – as two of a kind. Destined to be together – inseparable. As I now watch the night sky, moonlight shining down on me, with my little sister by my side – fast asleep, I can’t help but wonder how amazing it is to have her with me.

“What’s wrong?” asks a sleepy voice beside me. “Can’t sleep?”

“Hm,” I mumble as I nod my head slightly. She slowly gets up to sit beside me.

“Well, sleep soon,” she says as she wraps a blanket around the both of us and snuggles to sleep at my side. She’s so cute in that way. I smile as I look back at the stars. Without a doubt, “We’re going to be okay.”

 

~Arosra

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