She's laid on my chest, her body trembling slightly. She knows. She knows I don't love her anymore. I just can't.

I can hear her soft whimpers and feel her tears soaking into my t-shirt. She's holding her breath and it kills me to see her in such a state. I can't love her anymore. I'm in love with her sister but I want to be in love with her. Just her. Only her.

There's something she's hiding from me and I have no clue what it is. I feel so terrible for not knowing, I'm sorry my love.

I can't even remember the last time we both made a memorable memory. It's all a blur now. It's like all the good times we had together just vanished into thin air. I know she is trying to pretend that she doesn't know about my love for her sister, but I know she knows. In another universe my dear.

And here we are laying in a bed, not saying anything to each other and forever not knowing the other's feelings.