"Lorena Schuett..." She stepped closer, one step at a time. "...listen carefully."

Natsha was not even releasing any pheromones, yet every step she took cornered Lorena further back.

"This face..." Lorena's back hit the granite wall. "... belongs to me."

Natsha's voice rang beside Lorena's ear.

"I am Natsha Taechamongkalapiwat, not Natasha Taechamongkalapiwat."

Lorena's body suddenly trembled, not because of Natsha's imposing presence, but because of a truth carved into reality itself. One that no matter what she did, could never be changed. Lorena suddenly found it hard to breathe; her lungs seemed to refuse the air flooding into them.

"My older sister is the one you love."

The words felt like blades carving into the heart of the person speaking them. Yet no matter how many times the layers at the very tip of her heart were ripped apartt, Natsha still chose to live with the truth that could never be altered.

"You and I..." Natsha swallowed down the tightness lodged in her throat. The words stuck stubbornly, refusing to leave her lips, only to be forced out by their own owner. "... are nothing."

"That's right... from the very beginning, it was always just you and me."

"There never... was an us."