a/n: I know this doesn't make alot of sense but it's easier just to write a nice little dark thing without having to explain all of it. Thanks radamof for the inspiration! BTW, he/she write excellent though very dark Parvati fics. Padma stared. She stared at the ceiling, at the stars, at the ruined life before her. She stared. Parvati, she thought. Why my own flesh and blood? Why my twin? No one answered her. And she stared Her eyes unusually bright and glassy, not their usual dull gleam. She cried but no one came to comfort her. She screamed but no one came to see if she was all right. She whimpered but no one came to soothe her. And all that was clear in her hazy thoughts were Parvati. Parvati was the one who betrayed her, ran off. Parvati was the one who caused her pain. Parvati was the one who was at fault. She lost the will to live. There was no hope, no wish to breathe one last breath, say one last word or live one last moment. So she stared.