Estelle watched the expression of Glasya that was twisted in pain. She clutched to her chest, her face was dipped in darkness of anger. Standing still for a couple of seconds, she then flipped her head upward, glaring at her.
The wind was blowing too coldly for them, Estelle find herself seeing images after images in her head as she stared at Glasya's face. It was as if a memory that had been buried for so long in the back of her mind had been carved back into the surface.
"You weren't a slave. You were Sophia's sister, you were saved by Estella too," she muttered as she stared wide at Glasya whose eyes widened. That was when Elle realized something. She spoke in disbelief, "You are such an egoistical person, Glasya. You were always so desperate into making Estella as someone who caused you sufferings. But truth is, that isn't true. You were the one who had cause everyone's unhappiness!"
