Only you can help him

WINTER'S POV

"Summer," I breathed out, my eyes wide.

I couldn't believe she was standing before me.

There was no way! It felt like an eternity since I last saw her, and her presence was a strange mix of comfort and disbelief.

"Well, won't you give your favorite sibling a hug?" She asked, tilting her head.

I noticed her blonde hair was shorter than I remembered, now shoulder-length. But that wasn't the only change. The color appeared darker as if it had been tinted. Her outfit was different too, a khaki sleeveless dress that fell just above her knees cinched at the waist with a belt for a better fit.

A bow slung across her shoulder, and an arrow gripped in her hand. Summer never struck me as the arrow-and-bow kind of girl. Seeing her with one felt oddly out of place.

She moved toward me, and I instinctively stepped back, my eyes narrowing at her. "Don't think I've forgotten everything you did to me. There's no way I'm pretending we're on good terms."

"I'm glad you still feel that way a