Estella had learnt life to be unpredictable and cruel at a very young age. But she had never prepared herself to have everything she ever dreamed of after her worst nightmare.
Now she is a at a pedestal whom to believe. Her biological family who see...
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Leonardo's POV :
There are moments in life that you've dreamt for so long that when they become reality it feels unreal to you.
Nothing in our life had been the same ever since the day Violet admitted killing our little sister. There has been an endless sense of longing and hollowness in our life and we all did nothing to end it, bearing the pain in silence as a form of self inflicted punishment. How could we ever be truly happy when our sister's life was brutally taken away because of us ? How could have we ever enjoy anything when She never got a chance to experience life ?
But amidst that darkness and grief we held on to the hope to find our Estella somehow. To let universe proof it was not cruel enough to steal our princess away from us forever. We need ceased our search but as the year passed we lost the hope for a miracle.
But Now ?
Having my little sister sitting next to me, idly staring at the passing scenery, my heart feels full. The pain and grief of losing her I felt for years amount to nothing for finally having her with me. Its a dull ache behind my ribs but it feels blinding to me. I don't know if it a pain of happiness or the reality of how much we have lost or could've lost more if the police wouldn't have conduced the test, finally dawning on me.
The police department had already conducted a DNA test initially and the reports were already cross verified but even without that piece of evidence I would have recognized my sister at one look.
The moment I laid my eyes on her I knew she was our Estella .
Everything of her reminded me of Mom. It was as if I was looking at a younger version of Mom. With her cute little button nose and auburn hairs, she looks just like a younger version of mom. But they are still similarities she share with her brothers. The sage green eyes that all the men of our family have never looked ever so interesting as how they are on my sister. I want to dive in the forest color and know about all the memories of my sisters life. I want to be able to witness all the happy and sad moments of my sister's life.
I had always imagined the scenarios in my mind where she would have grown with us. How we all would have loved watching her grow , being the moody teenager and warning her about the boys cooties . We would've had our house filled laughter and banters. Estella would've been spoiled no doubt but we would have all taught her the importance of money and reality of the world.
On the way to police station I practiced a monologue for her. I prepared answers for all the possible questions she might have had. I didn't want her to feel any sort of discomfort. Just how I made sure to come with least security possible so as to not overwhelm her.
