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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
Life can be incredibly unfair and cruel, and it feels like fate is deliberately targeting some people, my sister Lena being one of them.
I brush away a tear that rolls down my cheek, my fingers tightening around her pale hand. She's still unconscious, lying there like a porcelain doll, so fragile.
After everything that happened, Amir took care of the rest as Zayran and I brought Lena home.
I bathed her gently, and dressed her in clean clothes. I then applied ointment to her wounds, each one a fresh stab of pain to my heart.
The sight of so many bruises, so many marks of violence, made my chest constrict.
We needed to take her to the doctor, for a proper check-up. But the weather was a monster outside, the rain lashing against the windows, the wind howling like a wounded beast. It was almost midnight, and the storm showed no signs of letting up. We decided to wait until morning.
The huge glass window framed the storm outside, the lightning casting a sickly glow on Lena's pale body. She looked so small, so vulnerable, lying there.
I kissed her hand, the one resting between mine, and another tear slipped down my cheek.
"I-I'm so sorry, baby," I whispered, my voice cracking badly.
"You didn't deserve any of this. I'm so sorry for everything."
Whatever Lena had gone through, it should have been me. It was my fate, but my sister had taken it for me. And the injustice of it all, the sheer cruelty of it, made my heart ache with a pain that felt like it would never end.
"You'll be fine, Lena. I-I promise I'll never let you suffer again. I-I love you," I choked out, the words catching in my throat like a sob.
I stood up from my kneeling position by the bed, my knees trembling. My fingers brushed against her forehead, and I kissed it softly.
My heart ached as I ran my hand through her blonde hair, once so vibrant and full of life. Now, it was dull and lifeless, like the light had been sucked out of it.
I tugged her hands under the fluffy blanket, making sure she was warm and comfortable.
The chill in the air seemed to seep into my bones, mirroring the emptiness that had settled in my soul.
I pulled the heavy velvet curtains across the glass window, blocking out the harsh flashes of lightning that kept flickering across the night sky. The room was plunged into darkness, save for the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls.
I glanced at Zayran, who stood silhouetted in the doorway, his dark figure a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that filtered through the window. He was leaning against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on me.
