I knew how this would end.
I knew what she could do to me… yet, here I am.
The night was cold, roaring as the snowstorm continued to whirl with frenzy, but we were warm inside… It was dark… the room silenced from my very own thoughts. Nothing felt more satisfying to feel her against my bare skin–to reallyfeel. Her warmth embraced all of me as I laid beside her, close to her.
I dreaded it.
Her breathing was soft against my neck, caressing every little hair that stood from my lingering feeling of pleasure… Elsa had feel asleep long ago.
And I'd let her stay.
I knew how this would end.
She let our fingers embrace each other, but I didn't have the strength to pull away. It was what kept us together, after all.
But when I did, all that was left was the coldness that followed my shadow. It taunted me. Striking me. Perhaps… I should've left when I had the chance.
I should've left when she told me I was all she had…
I should've left when I told her family came first…
For the few minutes I'd gotten myself dressed, I half-heartedly wished she would wake up, and take me into her arms again… peppering kisses on my body, bites marking every part of me that she hadn't marked yet… like the way she was. She didn't, and I'd left her room with no signs of faltering. No pangs of regret.
Click.
Maybe, I should've hid the fact that we were sisters, then she wouldn't have been so desperate to get away. I shouldn't have held her down. But even then, we had been pulled apart already. We were broken. Ripped into pieces. I couldn't hurt her again.
Because this 20 year old woman, born and raised by a single mother, have fallen stupidly in love with her half-sister.