Aliyana
9 Years Ago
Where one loved, there had to be hate
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“You look beautiful,” I say to my sister. She does.
Her skin glows with happiness I will never feel. The glimmer in her gaze is a reflection of a crystal spotted in the sun. This is a good thing.
Today is after all her wedding day. My sleeve hides the flecks of blood on my wrist. My gloved hands blinding her and all the outcomes of the evidence that is my temper from their accusing watchful sights.
A smile is said to come in different forms and like one may see all things from a vast number of ‘opinionated’ ways, a smile can be taken just the same.
I would like to think the one I am currently carving to my face is telling all of them that I am sane and very ‘delighted’ to be here. Yes, what I think and what is, a
