Remorse

"You know he will find me," I whispered, but I am sure Ava heard, considering we are the only ones in this small room, engulfed in silence.

My hands ache from being tired up at the back of the chair, eyes are swollen because I haven't slept a wink. And I am exhausted.

I don't know why, and how Ava and I reached here. What led to this?

If one thinks I have the answer, then j doesn't. All I know is that something went wrong, something I don't have an idea about.

It's not like we are not blood. Even if what Aunt Myra said, is true, then also it doesn't change the fact that Ava is my sister. She will always be. And no matter what she says I know she loves me.

Always had.

Or at least I like to believe, that she does.

I don't know what made us drift apart, but I remember very well, even when she was pretending to despise me, she always cared for me from afar.

Like when I will scrape my legs due to my clumsiness or habit of falling from bed, Ava would send maids to my aid.

I know she