Regret

“Hey.” She said softly, avoiding my eye. I looked at my sister, and saw my own sorrow reflected in her face. Silently, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. She couldn’t hug back- her folded arms were pinned between our bodies. She buried her head in my shoulder and wept a few silent tears into my shirt. All I could do was stroke her ash-blonde hair and bite back my own tears. She was my little sister, and I had to protect her… even if that meant burying my own weakness under wraps. I heard her sniffle and look up at me, brown eyes searching my own.
“Why is it, Jace,” she said, “that it took something like this to stop us from fighting. All they ever wanted was for us to get along… why couldn’t we give them that before…” she didn’t have to finish her sentence, I already knew. Why didn’t we give Mum and Dad the peace they always wanted between Lisa and I before they died? Why did Dad’s passing only make us fight more? Why didn’t we see what it was doing to Mum before it all got too much?

Why did she leave us here, all alone?

I’m too young for this.