Until Tomorrow

I didn’t think she’d ever come back. There was a time when I thought she’d never leave me. But she did. Even though I was older than her, it had always been her that I’d looked up to. My sister was my hero. She actually lived. She wasn’t anything like me. Which was why, I guess, she could leave without so much as a goodbye. It was like she honestly didn’t care and it broke my heart.

I kept replaying the days leading up to her disappearance, trying to piece together those moments and figure out just why she would decide to run away. Nothing surfaced. Kelly had always had flighty tendencies and she never did stay in the one place for too long. She liked change. She liked the freedom to start over whenever she wanted.

She was an ever-changing canvas filled with bright splashes of colour, and I remained the same, colourless, blank canvas I always had been. I was the responsible one. The one our parents boasted about at their dinner parties. The one that got into good colleges and studied hard. And even though I was alive, I was nowhere near living.