Her Rebirth

Lilac set the tray on a nearby table, humming as she straightened the napkins. "I made you a latte. Don’t know why you like it despite it being so bitter. I also brought macarons so you’d take it with it."

"Answer me." Amelia glared at her. "Why am I chained?"

Lilac turned to her with a gentle smile. "Because I didn’t want you to leave."

"Lilac—" Amelia sat up as much as she could, the chains rattling ominously. "This isn’t how you treat someone you want to stay."

Lilac’s smile didn’t fade. "But if I let you go, you won’t stay. I know how far you want to be away from me. But how can I let you do that, my angel...?"

She stepped closer now, her voice softening. "But now, you can’t leave me. Not until you see that we were always meant to be together."

Amelia stared at her for a long, tense moment. "You’re sick."

"I am sick," Lilac agreed, kneeling beside the bed. Her eyes gleamed, not with tears—but with twisted devotion. "Sick with love for you, sister. And I’m tired of pretending. You’ll understand soon. You just need time."

Amelia didn’t flinch. "Do you really think this will end well?"

Lilac blinked slowly, her smile widening in eerie calm. "I don’t care how it ends... as long as we stay together for a little while longer."

And with that, she leaned in, brushing Amelia’s hair gently from her face.