Broken Spears

You nod as Vena holds you steady, focusing on the hypnotic waves of the western sea. Your heart no longer pounds in your chest. It is a relief to calm down, and your twin asks you multiple times if you are quite alright. When you can vocalize that you are, she sets you down underneath the shade of the crooked apple tree.

"You were always the fragile one," she says as she slides down next to you.