~Harlow~
I wished for this day for so long. To wake up from the nightmare where she no longer exists.
My other half.
A bond between sisters is sacred, but as twins, we are one and the same. Identical yet individual. We are more than blood. We are two halves of a whole.
For years, I thought she was dead; I grieved her, missed her, and wished more than anything to trade places with her, believing all this time that she was dead because I was too scared, too weak, to go with the pack that I was originally sold to.
She sacrificed herself for me, and that is a guilt no sibling wants to live with. I thought that I had lost the other half of my soul. That's what she is. But she was here all along.
“How are you here?” I murmur, unwilling to let her go just in case she vanishes, and I wake up
