ELIANA.

For a moment, I just stood there.

My eyes boring into the mirror right in front of me as I washed my hands and my face and every part of my body that was smudged and stained with her blood. Every inch reminded me of my failure to protect my sister. And even after some time had passed, there were still tears in my eyes that went ahead to stream down my cheeks.

I shut off the tap, heaving a deep breath before running my hands across my face. The wet strands of my hair ...