By Carina Carvalho-O’Dell

Daisy pushes herself further down the building even though her legs plead for rest. The bright blue walls tried to scare peoples fear away but were peeling down as if it was sobbing to break out. 

Stopping right outside the door, her trembling hand latched onto the handle. The icy metal sank into her warm skin. Taking a deep breath letting all the chemicals and antibacterial block her nose as if reminding her where she was. Gathering the courage, Daisy snapped the handle and pushed her way in. Clover sat comfortably in bed with her body under the covers. Her eyes landed on Daisy, and Clover’s face lit up like an on switch. 

“Hey, big sis”, her cheery voice filled the lifeless room. 

“I’m only five seconds older,” Daisy rolled her eyes as she closed the door. The walls were painted in a nauseating yellow as if reflecting her sister’s state. Clover’s bed was leaned against one of the walls, a small table beside it and a long window behind.  An empty vase sat there with nothing but water and a few wittering petals from the last bouquet, counting down the seconds till her time was up.

“I’ll be leaving you soon” Clover’s voice switched from joyful to delicate as if she said the wrong word; Daisy would break like a bubble. Squeezing Clover’s hand with a dejected smile on her face, they had been together since they were in their mother’s womb.

“Everything’s gonna be fine; your big sister is here” Daisy held her sister close, not wanting to let Clover go. Daisy attempted to hold onto her emotions, but her grip was loosened, and the tears were clouding her eyes. 

“I don’t want to say goodbye”, she cried out, her life shattering around her. Her twin sister was dying, and there was nothing Daisy could do.

“This isn’t goodbye. This is simply, see you later.”