That eleven-year-old Ash and this twenty-one-year-old, even though had a decade of difference, both were the same, scared. That time her presence was enough to drive away his fears. But with years she pushed this insecure and unconfident brother.
As she was caressing his hair, she saw a scar on his neck. This was the only mark the fire left on him.
Reeya could save him, but it had left this flaw on his handsome face.
She stared at the wound and touched it. Her expression was stirring; it wasn't just a scar it was proof of her failure. She could have lost him then if not for Reeya.
Ira reminisced the time she kneeled in front of his tombstone. How could he die so young? Her little bro didn't even see the world yet.
After a lifetime she saw her brother on her lap, "Sis will protect you well. Those who have harmed you. I won't let them have any good days." She whispered in a low voice no one could hear.
"How can I not kill them?" Her eyes were red as her voice trembled.
