Soft red hair, the hue as deep as rose petals. Whereas mine was cut short at the chin, hers fell long at her waist, flowing freely and waving downwards like the strongest waves at sea. Her hair was bright against dark skin, her sharp face and doll-like nose. Her doe eyes were as golden as mine, a subtle kindling of warm flame in them instead of a blaze.
"E-Erilyn . . ." I choked out, my hands trembling hard. My feet were rooted to the ground, and I stood there like a post.
My sister froze, slowly pulling herself away from my friend. Her gaze drew to me, and I watched as shock and disbelief intermingled in her eyes, before these emotions were replaced by fondness and longing.
"Lily, my sister," she whispered. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Tears prickled my vision, and I could feel everyone's attention on us, could feel the confusion rising in the air.
