Natalia’s eyes were rested on the carry bag on the sofa when she came back into the room. She walked up to there in a trance and pulled out the shirt. Then she sat on the sofa and caressed the fabric. A smirk of self-mockery surfaced on her face.
“Why have I developed such feelings? Just why?” She mumbled. Her voice almost died in the end.
“Natalia, you have to stop this,” she said to herself after some time. "It will only cause you suffering.”
‘He seems to like you. Don't forget, he tried to kiss you,’ her inner voice whispered.
Natalia was stunned for a few moments. How could she forget his attempt to kiss her? That was the most beautiful moment of her life. But that didn't mean she would be a barrier to her sister.
She shook her head frantically, “No, no… It’s not true. This is just my imagination… an imagination.”
She shoved the shirt in the bag and rushed to the closet.