Lola sat on the edge of an old building with her feet hanging over the street far below, the cold night wind whipping at her hair as she stared at the small dark orb resting in the palm of her hand. She wasn't looking at the city lights that flickered and sparked across the broken skyline, wasn't watching the chaos of this merged world that had turned everything upside down. Her entire focus was locked on that little sphere that used to glow with a soft light matching her sister's heartbeat.
The orb stayed dark, had been dark for over an hour now, and her hand started to shake despite her efforts to keep it still.
She closed her eyes but that just made things worse because all she could see was her sister's face, Leila with that cocky annoying grin she always wore, the one that made Lola want to punch her and hug her at the same time. The memory was so clear she could almost hear Leila's voice, that confident laugh that always suggested she knew something you didn't.
