Eva: 'life, living one'.
Even her name meaning is more exciting than mine.
Lyla means 'night', which I suppose is accurate.
Eva is life, music, art, magic. I - Lyla - am just those dark cold nights where you don't know what to do with yourself - when it's too early to sleep but too late to eat or go out.
Eva.
You couldn't help but love her.
I guess she didn't want all that love, though. If she did, maybe she wouldn't have left.
4 years previously
It was dark in the kitchen, probably because it was 5 am and winter. I had woken up suddenly and spotted my sister's empty bed across from mine. I heard a strange sniffling sound from inside the kitchen, and switched the lights on.
"Mom? Where is Eva?"
My eyes were wide and confused as I watched my mother sobbing over a sheet of paper at the kitchen table. I reached over to read the letter but my mother pulled it just out of reach.
"She'll probably come back soon, Lyla. You know how she is."
I frowned. "But when? She was supposed to take me out for lunch today."
My mom gave a shuddering sigh. "She says she wants to have some freedom and go out and live her life."
"Oh."
"She's seventeen damn years old. She's seventeen and I don't know where she is and she won't answer her phone." My mother's voice was raised and I was starting to panic.
"Oh. It's ok, Mom. She will come back." Tears were starting to well up in my eyes.
"Sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to upset you. Go back to bed, you shouldn't be up yet."
"Okay."
I went back to bed but didn't sleep. I couldn't stop staring at her empty bed.
YOU ARE READING
Eva
Любовные романыLyla has been borderline obsessed with finding her missing sister Eva, ever since the day Eva left when Lyla was 12 years old. And now Lyla finally has the chance to find her sister. But does Eva really want to be found?
