"You should get some rest," Amelie said gently, her voice laced with concern as she looked at her sister.
"I'm not tired," Flora murmured, clutching the edge of Amelie's sleeve like a lifeline. Her voice trembled. "Please… I don't want to be alone."
That single plea pulled Amelie back to a distant memory when they were children, no older than six or seven. Flora used to cling to her in the very same way, always seeking comfort and safety.
But as the years passed, so had the closeness between them, slowly replaced by silence, misunderstanding, and wounds neither of them had dared to address, until now.
