Klara watched the sunset at the horizon, bringing a splash of rich colors spreading all over the sky. Oranges, blues, crimsons, and purples blended like the finest art creating a breathtaking canvas.
Once she had been like those colors. Warm, vivid, alive and full of passion. She had been someone who lived her life on her own terms. She was strong, confident and adventures. But nowadays she had been nothing but confused and scared. Even her sister Astrid had noticed.
"You don't want to marry him. Why are you doing this?" Astrid had asked.
"Rasmus is waiting for me to choose someone." Klara reminded.
"And when did you ever let brother decide things for you or anyone else for that matter?"
Klara sighed. "I am getting old." She chuckled.
"And when did you care about society's rules? Come on! Where is my rebellious sister who did whatever she wanted?"
"I thought you hated her." Klara wondered.
