Fading Memories

Lily drifted back to consciousness slowly, eyes opening to the soft gold of

morning light. Her lips were naturally full, tinted a gentle pink,

and her honey-brown hair spilled across the pillow like a warm waterfall with crushed petals

tangled in the strands — petals she didn’t remember carrying home. Jasmine sat beside

her, staring like she was afraid Lily might disappear if she breathed

too hard. “Lily… you’re awake,” she whispered. Lily blinked, confused.

“Who… are you?” Pain flickered across Jasmine’s face, but she forced calm back into place.

“It’s me. Jasmine. Your sister. You fell at the shop yesterday —