As she knocks her teeth into the girl's flesh, the human blood mixes with her tears. But she can't help it, she has to say, until she feels the teen's muscles start to twitch and slacken a few seconds later. Slowly she detaches herself from the girl's neck and lets the lifeless body sink to the ground.

She feels the blood running down her throat and puts her head to her neck. The tears on her cheeks, not yet dried, glisten like transparent pearls in the moonlight.

Slowly she wipes away the liquid, lets the blood follow and then slowly rises from the asphalt. She strokes her blond strands from her face and smoothes the fabric of her white dress. Then she loosens her grip around the crown and sits it on her head. Concentrated, she straightens the piece of jewellery and lifts the chin a bit. Everything could be taken from her, but she would never lose her pride. Neither would her feelings, which are constantly changing and devastating her life, like a never-ending thunderstorm.

"Lizzie? What are you doing", suddenly a disbelieving and frightened voice sounds behind her. Slowly the girl turns around to catch a glimpse of the person behind her. There stands a brunette, also in dress, looking back and forth between the blonde and the corpse. The look she gives the girl is wistful and pleading.

"Get away," she calls out to the other with rage. "No', the brunette tries to stand firm: 'I can help you, Lizzie! Slowly she takes one step towards the others: "You just have to come with me. Then everything can go back to the way it was.

Anger rises in Lizzie. Why does everyone keep trying to fix her? "But I don't want it to be like before", her voice is cutting like a razor blade. "But...", the brunette tries to object while she takes a step towards the blonde. "No but", she interrupts immediately: "I'm not broken, so just disappear, Josie."

When Josie stretches out her hands to her, Lizzie moves back in front of her and stretches out her flat hand. Josie's eyes widen as she realizes what her opposite is up to.

It only takes a few seconds, but then Lizzie's magic hits Josie and pushes her to the ground. Josie's hands lie on her head as if to free herself from her sister's magic.

But she is relentless. She won't let the girl go, continues to work on her until she collapses powerlessly on the cold asphalt. Then she lets her hand sink again and disappears inside so fast under the protection of the darkness, as if the wind had blown her away.

Bathed in sweat, Lizzie starts from her sleep. Her blonde hair and pyjamas are stuck to her. With her eyes wide open, she looks into the room in shock.

"Lizzie? Are you all right?" as Josie's voice sounds, the woman shrugs. She notices her sister sitting on Lizzie's bed edge.

Without answering, she closes her arms around her twin. Unrestrained relief spreads throughout the girl. Josie gently strokes her through her hair, trying to calm her down.

"I love you, Josie," she whispers with a wildly beating heart. "I love you too, Lizzie," her sister answers without hesitation. Her words feel like a dagger slowly piercing her heart. The thought that she might ever hurt Josie is the worst thing she could ever do.