Rachel leaned her back against the door, hearing her sister’s voice on the other side. She could hear the worry within her voice. “I just want to be alone Anne, only for a little while.”
The younger sister furrowed her brows together, a fist coming to rest against the old door’s surface. As if she could tear it down to get to the blonde. She couldn’t of course, but it didn’t stop the sensation of dread pooling in her stomach.
“You use to tell me everything.“ Angelina voiced softly, her body slouching before she slid down the nearest wall and sat. If her sister would not come out? She wasn’t going to leave. The woman rested her arms over her knee’s and continued. “We use to be so close— I miss that, Rach."
Rachel brought her hands up to her face, covering it up as if to hide the state she was in. Before she had been able to share everything with her sister. Every secret. All the happenings of days past, and spoke about the future. But now the only thing she wanted was to be left alone. Silent tears fell down her soft cheeks, sliding down to the ground.
It wasn’t fair that she was doing this to her sister, it was unfair. “I’m sorry….” Rachel whispered through her lips. Please forgive me Anne, forgive me. Is what she wanted to yell out, the truth being that she wanted to throw open the door and talk to her beloved sister.
The blonde moved her hands away from her tear stained face, slowly standing up and turning with a hand outstretched towards the doorknob. She unlocked the door and opened it but just stood there still in her room. “Anne…..forgive me. I’m sorry, it wasn’t fair of me to say what I did. I don’t want to be alone.”
Scarlet eyes flickered upwards, peering through the bangs that hung low over her gaze. That gaze was filled with concern, and a flicker of sadness at its depth. As if the woman knew, but had not place her assumptions to words. No. Not yet. Instead Angelina pulled herself to her feet slowly, and approached her sister.
“You’re not alone— you never will be.” The redhead promised, reaching when she was within distance to pull the blonde into a hug. The embrace was gentle and yet comforting. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” The younger teased softly, gently pressing a kiss to her elder’s cheek, if she was able.
“…can I ask you, what is wrong?” Anne asked softly.
