She's scared, so scared. So she's running, faster and faster, as fast as she can go. Her lungs feel heavy, her eyes are sore, she can feel the salty tears racing down her cheeks and over her mouth. She's sniffling, her pace slows down. She can't run much longer, her legs are weak. She can't see past her tears, everything is blurry now. She can just make out the faint red outline of a butterfly. It flies past her, darting around her. Hovering close to her face, it's warm. Its comforting, familiar even. She stretches her arm out to touch it, it rushes off, its going further away from her. She takes a step forward, 'im sorry' she cries, 'im sorry'. Over and over. The crimson blur comes towards her again, perching itself on her fingertips, and for a moment, just a moment, she smiles softly. Its her, Its Mayu. She's here.
The moment is shattered by the butterfly rushing away again. She sniffles, wiping her eyes. The sorry isn't good enough, no matter how many times she repeats it. Its not good enough. She takes a deep breath, she analyzes just what she's done. It all comes into perspective now, she's killed her. She's a murderer, her own two hands killed her, they killed her sister. Guilt sets in and she starts to cry again. Its uncontrollable now, she can't stop it. She's trying but the tears just keep coming.
She's scared again, what happens without Mayu? No one else understands her. She doesnt have many friends, her mother could never really tell the two apart. And on the times she did, it was obvious Mayu was the favourite in her eyes. Mayu was special. Mayu meant something to the world. Mayu meant something to her. But now, now she was gone.
The butterfly flutters past her again, it wants her to follow. Shes reluctant at first, she thinks she's insane for believing its her sister.
Here they come, she can feel it welling up inside of her. She looks down at her hands, she's reminded of the ritual. Her hands around her sisters neck, feeling her grow colder. Feeling the life escape her. She remembers how it felt, to feel the blood slow down, to stop pumping. To feel it stop. She remembers watching Mayu close her eyes with her last breath. She remembers the faint smile on her sisters face, she remembers wanting to wrap her arms around her lifeless body. She wanted to sit and cry forever. Before she had realized it, she was pulled away from her, and her sister was thrown into the abyss.
She wasn't coming back.
She shakes her head. She's aching now, her whole body is cold. She's shivering and there's no one to comfort her. No one to hold her. She's convinced this is some bad dream. Her head falls into her hands and she collapses to the ground. The butterfly is gone now, she can't stop crying.
'im sorry' she mumbles, everything grows colder, it gets darker. She curls up on the ground, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth.
'im so sorry...'