𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝑨𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕-1995

A/n: bitches do not read this if ur in a good mood from last chapter ok?
It'll ruin ur lot's mood
In my defense with happiness comes sorrow
Anyways, on with the damn story;

Dear Rose,
Yet another year has gone...
I can't believe it
I can't
Five years
It's been five years since I've seen you
Since I've heard your voice
Since I've seen your smile

Five years
I still can't say goodbye Rose
I still believe that you would come back
I know it's stupid but I can't help myself
How am I meant to say goodbye to you out of all people
How?

You were there for me when no one was. You gave me the color of your eyes. You actually gave me my name.
How can I let you go when I always see you. I see your face when I look at mine. It's impossible. It really is.

You are the one who told me to read. If it wasn't for you I couldn't get lost in fantasy when I was tired, when I had enough of school and everything.

I visited you today. Another bouquet lay on the grave. The bouquet was made of pink roses- your favorite. I think it was Charlie but I'm not sure. It could be nymph. Well I lay the normal. Pink roses and violets.

I miss you Rose
Come back
Please come back
Please....

Love,
Your sister, now and always
Mione