"But I love him." She cries to her sister, Arabelle.
"Tell him." Arabelle encourages her to tell the both of her dreams the truth.
"Can't you see I can't. He will hate me, I'm dying Ara, I'm dying." She screams at the top of her weak lungs.
She collapses in Arabella's arms.
Arabelle strokes her exceedingly thin hair.
She hold her tears back because she has to be strong. For her sister.
Her younger, fragile sister.
Her w o r l d.
