(Author's POV)
"I know your feelings are hurt by what I suggested but please~ please, let me talk to you, Wends. Please Wendy, I just want to have a conversation with you," Myra tried to say it calmly but her throat choked as she sounded a bit scratchy and shaky.
Once again, there was nothing but silence from the other side. When Myra turned and was about to return back to her room, Wendy's door made a click sound indicating her door was open now.
Myra licked her lips and gave herself a minute to get her composure back. With light footsteps, she walked inside Wendy's room.
Wendy was sitting on her bed with her face buried in her knees. She wasn't crying or wailing like before but her face was still tear stricken. Slowly and steadily, Myra walked towards Wendy's bed sank as she sat beside her sister. "Wends …..." she murmured as gently as possible. "I am sorry. I~"
