Novel & Cerita Cause We Are Sisters Lyrics

Then I looked back at her, "You do." Cass covered her mouth. I felt my own tears returning, "When we were younger, we lived under the same roof," I said. "But we never really got to be sisters." Cass's face crumpled. "Because of her." "Because of everything around us." I said. I looked down at Athena, "Maybe we lost those years." Then I looked back at Cass, "But we still have the years ahead of us." Cass stared at me as if she was afraid to believe me.

"If our lockets are the same and our parents are alike, then does that mean...?" My heart raced as I finished her sentence for her, "Yes, it means exactly what you're thinking." We exchanged a knowing glance, the weight of the truth sinking in. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to say it out loud, "Samaria, you and I... we are sisters." My heart dropped again as shock laced through my veins. How is that even possible? Samaria and I…. It doesn’t really make much sense to me. I mean, the proof and evidences does make sense but everything else just doesn’t make any sense.

“Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm, hmm~” When I named the title of the song in my mind, my knees went weak. It is because the title is “Breaking Free.” Breaking, Killing and Survive. Wow. I could see that she wisely choose the right songs to scare me. All of a sudden, she stopped walking and faced me. So I also did. “Big sis,” she called me very sweetly. “Y-Yes?” I replied. “I have a question. Do you really love my brother? You know that he’s different from a human like you. Do you still like him?”

And even those times, someone always have to drag her along. A bitter smile appeared on her lips as she recalled. Yes, she could say that the only reason she hasn't given up, the only reason she is still holding on tightly is because of her sister. A tear drop fell from her eyes and she lifted her hand to wipe it away. She blinked to stop more tears from pouring. Then she looked down at her sister. "I love you sis." she smiled. "I just can't wait for you to get up from here and come home with me." She held her hands, they seem cold.

It felt familiar like this was how it was supposed to be. I had spent my life walking toward this moment without knowing what it would be like. I was not comparing our babies. I was learning about them the way you learn your song, one note at a time one beautiful difference after another. I whispered to myself "They are sisters." Kian looked over at me. "They are ours " he said. The words just settled over us. Our babies, not mine, not just his, but ours. The room became really quiet again. Even the nurses moved quietly

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

The joys of being a child make me envious of my younger brother. "Ooooh Kaia! This used to be our song! Throwback!" my sister yelled and Barbie Girl by Aqua blasted through the speakers and Saige shook the car with her dancing. I laughed along with my sister and found myself singing along with her; quietly though and kept my focus on the road.

"Don't call me sister, I don't have a sister, I don't know you" "If you just want me to leave I'll leave if that's what makes you happy" "That's Better, it's better if you leave now, you have no place in my heart and in my life, tell your worthless parents, you're the only child and I'm not with you" "Ate, your heart is hard, why don't you give us a chance to explain to you, including the older brother you've been with for a long time ?, is that how it all ends, sister? You'll just be angry with us?"

Our embrace was a sanctuary, a haven where words were unnecessary, for we spoke the language of hearts entwined. In the cocoon of our shared vulnerability, it was as if I, too, became a beacon of solace for my sister. Our souls danced in silent communion, finding solace in the simple act of holding one another. It was a moment of profound intimacy, a revelation of the depths of our bond.

“We’re stuck in a damn room that looks more like a dungeon” “There’s no hope for me leaving here anytime soon,” she said, and I could hear the desperate truth in it. “So you’re my only chance. Besides… I need to find my sister. Do you think the Luna sold her, like she did you?” “Right. Your sister. She’s… she’s doing fine. Joyce, right?” Jane crawled forward in her cage, her hands wrapping around the bars, her face a pale moon in the darkness. “You’ve seen Joyce? Is she fine?”, she asked and I could hear the desperate plea for an answer in her voice.