I Met My Sister

POV: Miguel

“Is this seat taken?” I asked her with a smile on my face. I didn’t even need to ask that because I’d seen her walk into the restaurant alone and sad. I pulled out the seat next to her and I sat on it, looking into her teary eyes.

She ran a hand through her hair, the soft, luxurious fabric of her dress a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. The tears had stopped, but the ache in her chest lingered.

It’s Raphael!

It’s got to be Raphael, I’m sure of it. He had been so cold, so dismissive. I’ve heard stories about him, I know how brutal and heartless he can be. I’ve not had the opportunity to deal with him before, but it seems we are destined to cross paths. I keep trying to avoid him, but the more I avoid him, the more we keep clashing on different occasions.

“Who hurt you, Marisol?” I asked her, forgetting that she had no idea what I was talking about. My voice startled her, pulling her back to the reality of the bustling restaurant. She looked up, her heart s