These Lavender Petals | Semi Eita

six

I remember hearing the traumatic screams and cries from my parents.

I rushed upstairs to see what the commotion was. Reaching the top of the stairs, I saw them. They were kneeling by the door to her room, unable to step foot in.

Of course, I was curious. I was only thirteen. Why were they crying? Their cries sounded like they were in pain, in so much pain that when I heard it alone something pierced through my heart.

I approached my parents, their hands seek for me as soon as they saw me. So desperate, so anguished. But why?

My knees gave up on me when my eyes landed on my sister.

My sister. My sister.

"Aether. My baby, Aether." My mother's cries were ringing in my ear. I couldn't hear anything. See anything.

Anything but my sister's dead body in front me.

Her eyes were half opened. It looked dead but at the same time it was filled with all sort of emotion.

There was sadness, grief, pain, despair, longing, yearning.

But they were now at peace, like she'd been waiting for it. Like she'd expected it.

Like she accepted it.

Because she did.

She accepted her fate.

Hey dying fate.