"That… hic …was really… hic …good…"
"It's always… hic …better the second… hic …time…"
The two girls stumbled almost drunkly out of the darkened theatre, tears, unable to be held back as the two staggered down the carpeted hall, streaming down both girls' cheeks, still unshed tears filling their eyes. Both, of course, hastily brushed at the liquid with haste, trying to stop the staining tears. Although they had both just stepped from a public place, neither looked fit to be in such an area, looking as if they had both just fallen out of bed. Their chestnut brown hair was exceedingly ruffled, combined with their damp shirts and reddened cheeks, gave their appearance one which most found aggravating from the two sisters.
The two were obviously related. Their hair was the same shade of brown, their skin the same ivory white. There were very few differences between them, a few years in the age difference between the two, and their almost mirrored appearance was broken by only two features: their height and their eyes. One was unmistakably shorter than the other by a good few inches, and the smaller of the two had striking amber eyes, while the other's were a brilliant hazel. This was the only thing which set them apart. That and, of course, their attitude. Much to most people's surprise, the taller of the two was much more docile than the older sibling, finding she constantly needed to quell her sister's anger whenever it arose, which happened to be quite frequent.
Now, it just so happened that the two sisters had just finished watching one of their favorite movies of all time, Phantom of the Opera. The younger of the two had insisted that they go, once again, to the theatre to see the beautiful piece, and the other went along with the plan with little reluctance, as rare as that was. Both had thoroughly enjoyed the heart-wrenching movie the first time, so there was little cause for the shorter of the two to complain. And even though both knew that they would be crying by the end of the movie, they went anyway.
So now, as they walked from the theatre, it was confirmed the prophecy had been fulfilled.
"Sis…" The taller of the two interrupted the sob-fest first, freezing as the warm outside air hit them, "I… I have to go back in there."
"What! Why!" The elder growled, eyes narrowing. "What did you do now!"
The young one bit her lip, glancing back at the building, then back at her obviously irritated sibling. Her sister was sure to be annoyed, if she wasn't already, with her blunder. Fortunately, she often made mistakes, so she knew she would be quickly forgiven. "I… forgot my sweater in the theatre." Hanging her head a bit, her short brown hair, which usually fell just under her ears, now fell like a curtain in front of her eyes.
The other sighed, her own chestnut hair spilling down her back as she shook her head, her annoyance already dissipating.
"Alright, fine. Let's go back and get it then…" She grumbled, already beginning to walk back through the large double doors, her sister rushing after her.
However, the two never made it back to the theatre to retrieve the lost sweater. For that matter, they completely forgot about the lost clothing. For they found that they had much bigger problems at the moment. And they were only going to get bigger.