What Frost said was the final nail in the coffin between them.

But when it seems that all hope is lost, a miracle from God happens.

Blaze

'From this day forward, we are no longer sisters.'

That one phrase put Blaze's feelings at a standstill. As the rain once again proceeded to pass from the city into other areas, that didn't mean that it was all over. Blaze still felt as if a giant storm cloud was forever to float over her head. Even if she was to forget about Frost's words – no matter how strenuously difficult it would be to forget them – the storm cloud would forever be floating just slightly above her head, pouring down a torrential downpour of rain. "We're not sisters anymore? It's just too much to bear. I can't believe that she really meant what she said. I guess she's right about what she said: we're no longer sisters and…" she paused and stopped herself. She couldn't fully grasp the consequences of what she was going to say, but if she was going to feel better inside, she had to get it out. "I…I just have to accept that now."

"Hey, Blaze, come on inside. It's getting cold."

Not realizing that Silver was still outside, she turned around and saw him leaning against their house's door. "Oh, yeah, sure. You can go ahead. I'll be in soon," she said.

"Okay. See you inside."

Frost

Frost was slowly making her way away from Blaze's home to the water. It was only a matter of time until she was completely absent-minded of that pathetic waste of space that she used to call a sister. She was very happy and her heart was actually jumping for joy. She didn't have to deal with all of the drama involving her and her former sister ever again. She felt as if it were a blessing from above. This was the best time of her life to be disposed of that piece of trash that was plastered to her for all this time. "I can't believe that it's all over. I'm sure that Blaze is heartbroken over this whole situation, while I'm over here laughing and enjoying life," she laughed. She giggled and chuckled in glorious, unchained jubilee. "No more of that whiny little girl. All the time she caused me nothing but pain, but now, I don't have to suffer anymore. Now, all I have to do is find out a way how to get back to that little island on the sea."

Just then, a draft came from behind her and it felt like the wind was somehow forming a bridge to the isolated island. "Yes. Now's my chance." While the air was still in that formation, from her hands she fired off a wave of frost into the sky. In mere seconds, the winds began to freeze over and a pathway became visible. Frost was so excited to get back to that lonesome rock. She proceeded to take the icy passage back to the island. As she was walking, images of Blaze began to pop in her head. "Blaze…no, what am I thinking? I can't be thinking about her. I let her go, and that's the way it should be," she said as she stepped foot on the island. The ice passage began to disappear behind her. "This is my new home. I've already established the fact that I've dropped Blaze like a rock, and after I get some sleep, she should be out of my subconscious forevermore."

Later that night…

As Frost desperately tried to fall asleep, all she could do was hold her eyes open and stare at the large, crescent-shaped moon, sitting stationary in the dark sky. She sat up with her legs crossed and her hands tied. "Damn it. I've been awake for four hours, ever since midnight. Why can't I fall asleep? There has to be a reason behind this insomnia," she complained. She crossed off all the possible solutions; she was angry; she was sick; she was stressed out; "Nope, it can't be those. I don't know what it is. Oh, well. I'm sure whatever is depriving me of sleep will go away soon," she said, and with that, she lied back on the clam and glass infested dried sand, hard and lifeless with the spirit of a dreary tomorrow lurking within it. Maybe this was a plausible solution, but she had been lying on that same sand for one whole year, so that couldn't be it. She quickly took her mind off of the problem and drifted off to sleep. Her eyes creaked closed as the moon continued to brighten the blackness of the sky above her head.

Suddenly, she began to feel strange, as if something evil, like a massive malevolent spirit, was creeping closer and closer to her. She shook and convulsed in her sleep in such a way that made it seem like she was suffering from a seizure. Tossing and turning wildly, she woke up panting and breathing, sweating like someone who just got out of the sauna. "Why can't I sleep?" she asked herself, once more pondering upon this unexplained mystery. It all was such a bewildering quest that seemed to drag on forever, even though it had only been a few hours. Nothing but black surrounded her as her loneliness was taken aback by the many small crustaceans washed up on the small island. Maybe these little guys would curb her loneliness and help her fall asleep; to no avail. Instead, one of them pinched her in the nose as she picked it up. She immediately pulled it off of her black petite nose and it scuttled back towards the water. She cursed herself for not being able to sleep at all. She had been deprived of sleep for months on that little island. The only sleep she ever got was when she was tortured by nature's fury – not to mention her own damned loneliness – and she just needed to get away from the world for just one night. Alas, she was subjected to days upon countless days of borderline insomnia-like conditions, and it angered her that she couldn't her nightly dose of regularly required sleep. With her head to the sand, she silently cried, "Why can't I sleep? I want a nice, warm bed to wrap myself in."

All of a sudden, she heard a rumbling sound. She looked around, fearful that it was a terrifying monster coming to gobble her up. She continued to shake her head back and forth, looking wherever she could for a towering behemoth or a mutant fish, being that the water wasn't so safe to drink or bathe in, until she looked down and realized that it was her stomach. She hadn't eaten anything in a while. The only way she survived was Blaze sending her leftovers and scraps every month. It wasn't much, but looking back on it now, she should have been much more grateful. Suddenly, she began to feel weary and everything began to spin. Her intestines began to compress and crumble as she held her stomach and groaned in pain and suffering. Everything began to disappear before her. She slowly made her way towards the one palm tree and latched onto it. She could feel something rising from within her trying desperately to escape. As it neared, Frost could feel her knees weaken and her arms give out. She could barely find the strength to stand up anymore. Her entire body shut down, when suddenly her gag reflex activated and she spewed from her mouth vomit. It poured and gushed from her body like water from a busted pipe. It continued to force its way from her body with such intensity. It was absolutely terrifying. Sadly, the only plus about this was that nobody was around to see this. The vomit kept on pouring from her body as she tried to hold it back with no avail. That just made it flow even worse. It was a sickening thing for Frost to go through so much pain and ridicule that she just wanted to get away from it all. Finally, all of the vomit was expelled from her body. She looked at the vomit and saw the leftovers that Blaze sent her, all regurgitated into a light-brown convoluted mess from her own body. She even found traces of her own blood in the pile of vomit.

Looking at that nasty pile just made her become so much more disillusioned and scared of herself than she already was. If she could spot traces of blood in her vomit, then maybe it was time for her to leave this world forever. The smell was even worse. The scent of the transferred mess penetrated her nostrils and tears began to form in her eyes. She quickly became nauseous again. It just brought her down lower and lower until she felt that she didn't belong in the same ground as her own kind anymore. All she wanted to do was end her suffering right then and there. She had the powers to do it, and she had nothing more to keep pushing her forward any longer. But first, she needed to talk to a familiar face.

Blaze

Blaze was lying in her bed, still in her familiar cape-like clothes, just staring at the counter where all of the pictures and photographs that her and Frost took together as children. There was even one with Silver in it, performing the old bunny-ear gag on Blaze. She laughed and continued to stare at them. One of them caught her eye. It was a recent picture taken about two years ago: Frost doing a funny pose for Blaze when they were in Frost's house. That one got a nasty look from Blaze and she contemplated on burning it. "Why, Frost? Why did you leave me?" she said, dejected.

"Because she doesn't care about you," Silver interjected. "Listen, Blaze. I understand that you miss the love that you and Frost used to share, but she just doesn't want to be with you anymore." Silver knew that this was going to be a difficult pill for her to swallow, but it had to be done. "I know that it's hard, but you just have to accept the fact that she isn't interested in being your sister anymore," he continued. "I'm sorry, Blaze. I hope that you can understand this."

Blaze knew that it was true after all. Frost didn't want anything to do with her anymore, and it just made her weep like a baby, but she had to accept it. She wasn't going to let it break her down anymore. "I understand now, Silver. If she doesn't want to be my sister anymore, I'm willing to accept that," she said, content with her decision. "Hey, Silver, can you hand me that photo of Frost on the top shelf, please?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied. He used his psychic powers and picked up the framed picture on the fourth, top shelf and floated it over to her."Here you go."

"Thanks, Silver"

"Sure. Hey, Blaze, what are you going to do with that picture anyway?" he asked.

"I'm going to burn it," she said. She spoke it without any hesitation. Silver was in shock as to what Blaze said. He couldn't believe what she was really going to do. That was one of her favorite pictures of Frost, and now she wants to burn it and transform it into nothing but ashes? Wow, she must have been serious about her resolution to forget about Frost if she was really going to torch her favorite picture of her "sister." She removed the frame from the thick piece of paper, snapped her finger, and a small flame appeared on her index finger. As she was about to finalize her completion of forgetting her former sister with whom she once shared a long, trusting relationship, a knock on the door was heard. Silver volunteered to get the door, but Blaze interjected and decided to open it herself.

As she approached the door, she could hear heavy breathing outside of the door. The panting was tempting her not to open the door, but she didn't want to be rude. "Who is it?" she called. No answer. "Who is it?" she called again. No answer. "Last time I'm asking. Who is at the door?" she called a third time. Once again, no answer was given.

"Who was it, Blaze?" Silver called from his bed.

"It was no one."

"No, wait!" a small voice called from behind the door.

All of a sudden, Blaze's brain flipped a switch and she began to remember a very familiar voice. She walked back towards the door and opened it. It was Frost. She was completely soaked from head to toe, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Blaze looked down at her with hostility, resentment, anger, and pity running through her. Frost was cold and broken down on her knees. She was crying because she was so cold, but because she was so wet, it was hard to tell and they blended in with her already saturated face. She begged to come in and dry off, but Blaze nastily rejected her offer. Frost pleaded with her to let her in and dry off, and went as far to kissing her shoes. Blaze looked down at her sad face with extreme pity and decided to give her a towel from her bathroom. She grabbed a large towel, threw it in her face, and violently told her to leave. Frost begged from her again her condolences. She said that she just wanted to talk outside. Blaze retorted nastily that she could just go talk to herself, but Frost said again that she just wanted to talk. She agreed to talk with Frost and she stepped outside.

Blaze/Frost

"Um, hi, Blaze," Frost sheepishly chuckled.

"What do you want, Frost?" she angrily said.

Frost was scared of Blaze's anger. She had never been scared of Blaze before, so she could tell that this was the beginning of her ultimate recovery. "I just want to talk."

"You said that already. If you want to talk, then talk. If not, just leave me and Silver alone."

Frost decided to get out what has been plaguing her ever since she said what she said. "Okay, here we go," she said to herself, as if she was giving herself a preppy speech. "Blaze, you know that what I said to you was out of anger and resentment towards you. At the time, I thought it was true. I thought that I was stronger than you, above you, beyond you. But, after seeing the truth, I finally realized that what I did to you was wrong."

"That's nice. I forgive you," Blaze said sarcastically. "You can go back and hate me now."

"No, Blaze, please…LISTEN TO ME!!!" she screamed. "I need to be loved. I want to be loved. The entire time, I've been lonely, depressed, and suicidal. Every single day I spend on that island, I die a little every single day. I haven't been able to sleep at all without being reminded of the terrible thoughts of hunger, loneliness, and painful depression. One day, I almost drowned. When I was on that isolated island, I was attacked by a wild sea creature. I was in its clutches until I got away by freezing it. When I did, I was so close to death, I could literally see my entire life flash before my eyes when I burst from the water onto dry land. I even saw flashbacks of you and me holding hands and singing happily. Another day, I contemplated on committing suicide because of my driving hunger." She continued to explain many terrible tales from self-mutilation, drought, and extreme loneliness in the intense sun. Every single story penetrated the barrier around Blaze's heart and made her feel sympathy for Frost's terrible situations. She never saw Frost this broken down before. The later stories just tore Blaze's soul apart.

"Frost…"

"B-Blaze, I've been so lonely," she said, as her voice began to break. She fell to her knees and began to convulse and drown in her own tears. "I need help! I can't go on one day without wanting to kill myself! I can't go on anymore without someone to protect me and hold me!" she cried, holding herself tightly and shaking. "I don't want to be a freak anymore! I don't want to be hated anymore! I don't want to be lonely anymore! Blaze, I'm so sorry that I pushed you away! I'm the lowest form of life on the face of this planet without you. Without your love, I can't go on another day! I'm so sorry I hurt you," she cried. She grabbed Blaze's knees and pulled herself towards Blaze. She looked up at her. "Blaze, I beg of you, please let me love you again. Please…let me be your sister again."

Blaze was overcome with joy and happiness. Her pride and anger completely vanished from her body, and she became ecstatic with love and intense emotion. She couldn't say anything; she was so happy that words escaped her. They were so far from what she really wanted to say before. It completely caught her off guard. She had not expected for Frost to open up and let her pain and suffering go like that. Taken aback by Frost's confessions, tears began to flow from Blaze's eyes. "Come here, my dear sister," she said, choked up.

Extremely happy and joyful, Frost jumped into Blaze's arms, they jumped up and swung each other around, laughing and crying happily beneath the nighttime sky. Silver looked out the window and saw them celebrating and overheard the laughing. He grabbed one of the old pictures which featured Blaze and Frost at about seven years old holding hands and looked at it for a second, and then he redirected his focus to Blaze and Frost celebrating outside. When he compared this picture with the jubilee celebration outside, it immediately reminded him of better days and how everything was going to be okay.

The End

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