I turned to my little sister. She grabbed my hands. Her grubby palms reminded me of her once, bright and bubbly demeanour. She was now frail, constant tears consuming her face. She was five. She was only five.922Please respect copyright.PENANA0DsmRNZb8M
"Milenna," I cooed in an attempt to sooth her fears. "Do not be afraid. I won't lose you. See? I've got your hands."922Please respect copyright.PENANA99g40lU2WJ
Her face contorted into a more strained expression of pain. More tears clung to her jawline, rosy cheeks flushed. "I don't w-want to be alone," she mumbled in a slurred tone.922Please respect copyright.PENANAR7zmSHVriL
The light above us grew increasingly bright, demolishing the sky's atmosphere. Many began to choke, as did my sister. I pursed my lips, willing any sadness away. "I will wait for you, Milenna. I will wait for you as many lifetimes as it takes. I will find you. We'll never...be alone."922Please respect copyright.PENANAnIGp5sJRl0
With that, my lungs gave way. We perished in each others arms. I will find you in the next life, my darling sister.922Please respect copyright.PENANAX6942aQ3ES