uh oh
Bile rises in my throat as I look between the both of them, struggling to process the cold hard truth.
What was going on?
This isn't happening.
It's a dream.
It's all fake.
But no matter how many things I told myself, I knew I was lying. Because there they were, my sister and the love of my life, standing too close for comfort and staring at me as if they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't.
I whispered his name, my voice breaking and wavering under my emotions. To my distress he too looks heart broken, his lips parted and his eyes wide with sorrow.
He utters my name and scrambles to find some excuse to make up for what was happening. An excuse to explain why, after minutes of me standing here, neither of them made a move to back away from the other, and if I wasn't mistaken, which I rarely am. I swear I saw my sister inch closer to him.
Of course, I thought, of course it was her, after all, when is it not? It seems that it will always be my older sister before me. Even when it comes to my own love life.
To the man I considered marring, the one I wanted to marry.
My elder sister has no remorse on her face, no sign of regret or anything of the sort. I doubt she knows of those feelings, the feeling of second place.
The feelings I have felt all my life thanks to her.
I swallow harshly, the barriers he had torn down rising up, ten times stronger.
It really was foolish of me to think that I would find my happily ever after, how could I when I had my sister, who was better that me in everything, and everything anyone would want.
Why settle for the spare when you could have the heir?
















