MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS. This is my gift to you. Another story. :)

-Prolouge-

"Please tell me that you're lying!" The reddish haired girl exclaimed, letting her tears fall freely down her face. She gripped onto her skirts hard. The whites of her knuckles showed ungracefully against the dark color of the ribbons on her wrist. A taller, darker haired girl stood behind a few people, away from the crying face. This girl's eyes were wide open, completely in shock. "Please." The crying girl sobbed over and over again.

Two men shook their heads. One smacked her, and then walked away. There wasn't any place to walk to besides the large wooden ship that the darker haired girl hated more than ever. Everyone around them dispersed, leaving the two with unharmonized reflections of each other. Blood was tainted on the white beach sands, intimidating them both, reminding them that they could no longer love their life when it was like this. "Please….This isn't true…" The lighter haired girl cried, screaming with her once beautiful voice. The waves crashed menacingly, hiding over any trace of it. Foam started to wash away the traces of the man that had died on this beach, right on this very day. The girl cried louder, scared and heartbroken. "Sister," she cried, running against the tainted red sand and into the arms of the girl who was more stable.

She stained the shoulders of her sister's dress with the red of blood, never being able to come off of her white, laced dress. "Sister…" The older one hummed, holding her younger sister as close as she could. Her eyes opened, revealing a sharp color of defeat and betrayal. Hazel. She hummed into her sister's light, flowing hair. She didn't feel anything. She didn't seem to care as much. But she did care when her sister was upset. She frowned. "Don't cry anymore, Sorella." She murmured, stroking the younger sister's long hair. "Don't cry anymore." She said again, hoping that her sister's misery would subdue.

The younger sister looked upwards, her face red from tears and torn apart from believing that her lover was dead. "I can't go on, sorella. I can't."

The elder sister bit her lip. She knew where he was. He was alive. He wasn't dead. But her younger sister didn't know that. "Feli, please understand. It wasn't…good for you." She said, biting her lip so as it bled. "Love isn't good for either of us." She said, looking down sadly.

Her sister sobbed even more, trying to quietly mumble a prayer, catching it under her breath so that no one could hear. "Sorella. Leave with me. We can escape this. We can go to church and confess. We can live without sins." The younger one pleaded, putting her red stained hands onto her older sister's harms.

It pained the other sister to see her sibling so eager to leave the place where she had grown attached. They always had been taught that in order to live, you had to listen to the waves, and to watch the stars. And they always believed her when she told them that she could hear and understand. That's why they made the decisions they made. She looked out to the gently rolling waves, showing and creating a song of sorrow, of all the dead people that would have to swim in it forever.

"I can't go." She said. Her sibling looked hurt. "I….can't." She whispered, backing away, and walking into the many crowds of the markets.

The moon made deformed reflections on the lolling surface of the sea that the older sister wanted to talk to. She hummed a tune, simple, clever, and never being able to remember the next morning. A shadow passed over. The girl turned around sharply, and saw just one small glimmer. A tear. "Sorella! Get down from there!" She said, standing up and running her way to the tip of the ship. "Sorella!"

Tears fell down further and further the younger sister's face. "I'm sorry."

The oldest watched as her form sank away and away, her dress creating waves around her sister's fragile form. Tears flooded over the older sister's face, watching her sister fall eternally into the wave of blackness. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hand was reaching outwards, towards a nothingness that was going to crush her. She watched as the waves told a story of a girl who died of heartbreak. They told a story of how a girl had drowned in misery of her love. She heard them tell a story of her sister, falling down, down into the darkened waves. She heard them taunt her with the words that wanted to stab at her heart. It whispered along the wind creepily, never giving her a break.

"I'm sorry. I can't."

I hope you enjoyed it! :) Review if yo want more~ :D