I walk through the corridors, my head bobbing to music only I can hear.
I’m on a mission. And that mission is to find my sister.
Ever since we turned sixteen, our training and study sessions have doubled. Don’t get me wrong, we still get breaks and time to hang out with others—but everything else takes a backseat to our education and combat prep.
Lately, though, I haven’t seen Xena outside of training, classes, or meals. We’re twins. We should be joined at the hip, but sometimes, it feels like we’re slowly drifting apart.
We’re no longer as close as we used to be. No more late-night chats in each other’s rooms, no spontaneous hangouts. Just silence and space between us.
I hate it.
I know we’re growing. I know we’re not little girls anymore, and I get that we’re becoming our own peopl
