Autumn's steps were slow, measured, her heels clicking softly against the marble as she let go of Velor's arm.
Each step towards the far corner of the room echoed against the silence that suddenly stretched too long, too cold, around her despite the chaos.
There she was, Lyla.
Unmoved.
Unchanged.
Unreachable.
But Autumn could only see the little girl she used to sneak out with, smiling, giggling… her partner in crime. Her other half. A part of her heart and soul.
She had been sitting in the same posture since she had arrived there. Same tilt of the head. Same glass of untouched wine, trembling ever so slightly beneath her fingers but never meeting her lips.
She looked like a painting…one someone had tried to forget on purpose but left in the centre place.
Autumn's breath caught in her throat.
Her sister.She was her blood even though she didn't have the same father. She was family. She was hers.
