青い空

She had eyes that seemed as though they were a part of the sky, and when she looked into them, she saw how she hated herself. She wished she could paint over the darkness and leave behind only the good, like the shine she saw when her own eyes blended with the color of hers. Even as infants, she knew she had to protect her. For they were twins, two of the same, and she could not stand to see her deep eyes mimic the waterfalls they reflected.

She would make sure her skies never rained again.