Pocketville Lost Diamonds: VOLUME 2

Chapter 7: injures

Warning: cuss words and fight scenes

Ava was sitting in a living room in the second level.
The round chair she had sat on was cold and filled with dust and it was dirting her fur, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was staying there alone, leaving anyone and anything outside.

After Magic’s last words, she just stood up and pushed William away. He was trying to hug her just like he did before.

She didn’t want hugs.

She didn’t want anything.

The part which needed affection had fallen and broken in the snow, and she was leaving it there.

Coldly, she ordered to leave her alone and not look for her.
She didn’t ask for it: for the first time she spelt the most imperative order with a monarch’s words. She knew no one dared disobey. 

The Magic Shell and her father’s letters were put on the coffee table next to her. 
Waiting was killing her. 

She couldn’t stop staring at the shell, hoping for it to ring. She needed news about her sister.

What was happening?

She couldn’t understand, she only knew Eva was not fine. The worst scenarios were running through her mind.

Was she…?
No, no, no. It couldn’t be.
She couldn’t imagine a world without her.  Her sister, her loved sister…

They spent the whole life together: they were born together, they grew up together, they faced life together. They had so many memories in common that they could say they shared a whole part of their lives.

Ava liked to think they were going to continue being together forever, maybe even going away together.
Two cats who never existed apart, arrived and disappeared together.
It wasn’t fair that the world was going to keep only one of them. 

Twin sisters.
Heterozygous twin sisters.
They shared 50% of their DNA, the same parents, the same home, the same happy moments, the same experiences,  the same childhood and the same love.

Why did all of that happen?!
Why all of a sudden they weren’t the same anymore?
Why now they were… like that?

It was so… unfair.

She was as responsible as her sister.

She was alone, now. She was going to be alone forever. Her family, maybe even the sister she never knew, was gone.

It was the fate which attended her since she  started her life: seeing her loved one disappearing once by once and then being the only one rested.

But who cares?

If Eva was… lost forever... , if they let her choose if changing her life, she’d choose any other one. She didn’t want her current one back.

If someone would tell her that the princess’ one was the perfect life, she’d laugh.
Perfect?
If someone was ready to switch, she’d refuse for mercy.

She wasn’t crying.

She ended tears time before.

Crying for what? Nothing inside was pushing her to cry.

There was nothing but the will of knowing about her sister.

She was just empty and numb.

She was so cold she could freeze to death, and it wasn't the fault of that environment. 

The door opened, but she didn’t turn.
A gray shadow walked on her side and stopped toward, behind the coffee table.
Ava felt her yellow eyes fixed on her head, just like waiting for something. She raised her tail and hissed, bothered.