Sister's Instinct- A Short Story

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I should be happy. Well indeed, I am happy. This is the day I will tie promises in front of God, and in front of everyone, with the one I love. But somewhat, why does it feel wrong? How could something so right feel wrong? Wasn't this supposed to happen?

The bells chimed as the church's wide doors opened. Everyone's eyes focused on the woman walking down the aisle, which is me. My smile widened as I saw his deep blue eyes glistened. The realization hit hard, as I kept my gaze in his eyes. They weren't looking at me, his stare fixated right pass me.

That sweet voice, calm but hurt, spoke, "Ales." Without looking back, I whispered the name I was longing to hear.

"Cassie"

Years Earlier

As I sit here with my feet dangling down the ledge, I can't help but think that growing up sucks. How simple it was back when me and my sister were just two little girls. As a child, we don't have to think of anything else- other than just being free and happy. Happy. These days, happiness seemed so hard to feel. Like it was a wind that just passes as soon as it came. I wonder if there's a limit of a person's happiness, a certain amount on everyone. Mine was undoubtedly gone, as I can't think of a single event on my childhood that I cried, or felt bad.

Clutching my heavy heart, I stood up before my reminiscing turns into depression. Someone gasped behind me. Confused, I looked back at my sister, with her hand on her mouth. Her legs collapsed and she's now on the floor. I hurriedly ran to her as tears poured in her eyes.

"Don't leave me, please"

"Hey, I wasn't..." I trailed off as I realized that maybe she was right. That the sadness swallowing me was slowly making me feel numb that my body was just giving up, involuntarily. I hugged her tightly, maybe she won't be as shattered if I kept my arms around her, maybe she won't be as shattered. Right. Two broken girls, down on the floor. I can't blame Cassie for being dramatic with this place. Especially when this is the exact spot where our mom died. It's just that I think this place pulls me... I feel like my mom is still here.

Cassie never dealt well with her death. No one did, not me. But for her, I will be strong. I am broken inside but I can't let her see how vulnerable I was. If I stay strong, my sister will be too.

Our dad... he's not exactly doing his job as a father. As a matter of fact, we never met him, mom never let us know anything about him, so there's no single trace of him anywhere, except on us, of course. I never wanted a dad anyways, but Cassie, she's a very sweet girl, always wanting to be a princess to a dad she never met. She always drew this man, a really familiar one but I can't just say who he is. Sometimes, I can't help but think of what kind a father he is. Is he kind? Abusive? Will he hurt us? Or treat exactly like how Cassie imagined him? Our mom dated a few men but clearly, it wasn't the best idea. She even took her life because of it.

Suddenly, I felt my sister's weight. "Cassie? Hey, are you sleeping?" I jokingly asked. Shaking her, I soon realized that she's not breathing. "No, no, no...."

My sister is alive. I hope that I can say that my sister is fine but she's not. She's far from that. I hope that praying can help my sister, but it won't help alone. She has a condition called ischemia, where there's a deficiency of blood flow to her heart. I hope I could do something, but I know I couldn't.

In the middle of my thoughts, my phone suddenly vibrated. "Uncle,"

"Uh, hey Ales. I got your text, sorry for uh the late call..."