Serves you [Right]

Divinius held her hand to her chest like she always did. A fleeting chance.

And the wind took them away. She was ill. She saw it in her eyes.

That shame.

That truth.

Divinius knew then that she would have to say goodbye to a part of herself. The one she held on to so dearly. A somber song. A gentle hum. No comfort here.

"I suppose it serves you right. After all these years my heart still burns like it did that very day." 

A weighty secret. A wholesome lie. Warm in conviction – boiling with regret. You pause.

"We are sisters. Are we forever plagued by this truth?"

We will be. Love conquers all – even us. 

Love begets hate, begets pain, begets truth. 

Could there be no greater rationale? 

It was your choice, but not mine. 

Now you face the same verdict. Can we heal now? 

A song with no end. A plague upon both your hearts.