|| fourteen ||

It wasn't his fault.

She perched beside her sister's grave. Rubbing her tears, glistening underneath the moonlight.

It was past midnight, but she couldn't care less. It was all her fault; she had murdered her sibling, from jealousy. Her sister had everything she wanted, her parents' love, and even the boy she loved.

Maybe that's the reason she condemned him.

He didn't choose her.