The weak sister

My brows met as I whirled to his direction. When I had faced him, he'd already vanished into the shadows. 

Then a knock. I held my breath as the door creaked open. 

"Calla?" said a sweet voice. 

All of a sudden, memories of her rushed into my mind. A girl with red hair similar to Althea's, but straighter. A girl whose emerald pools were a softer shade. 

When I opened my eyes from wincing due to the pain, I saw her standing by the threshold. Dahlia took a few steps closer and closed the door behind her. 

"Y-you..." My jaw fell and my knees gave out. I sat on the bed, gawking at her as though she had just risen from the dead. "You're not dead." 

She chewed on her lower lip and brought her hands in front of her skirt, looking as if she was guilty. 

Like droplets of rain, scenes of the last moments I spent with her washed over my mind, clearing up my senses. No, she didn't die.