delivery|Elma+Will
This life they’d choose, it was peaceful in its own way, with no burden weighed down on their shoulders, no more guilt or grief than they’d allow. They were capable, both of them. Regret may come later, but might as well revel on this while it lasts. There was comfort in Ella’s house, Emma realised. Her eyes ran over her sister’s face; taking in the familiar expression, cerulean eyes and rosy cheeks, and there within she saw her whole life. The curve of her lips softened, and that preceded a nod of her head.
“I have no idea what you were saying, Ella. Sorry.” Happiness marked feminine exterior, the delicacy of her being affording for a huff to escape her mouth. “But I promise to listen once you pour me some wine, and bring me some food. I haven’t been doing anything interesting for days, anyway.”