Love, at its purest, is both a gift and a weight. It fills the heart with warmth, yet it carries the burden of fear—fear of loss, fear of change, fear of a world that does not always protect what is most precious.
For Sika, love is not just an emotion; it is a responsibility, a silent vow that she has made to the one person who means everything to her—her little sister.
The Weight of Love
Sika’s love is not passive. It is fierce, unshakable, and all-consuming. She has been there for every scraped knee, every whispered secret, every tear shed in the dark. She knows her sister’s fears before she speaks them, senses her sadness before she even cries.
She is the one who stays awake at night when her sister has a fever, pressing cool cloths against her skin. She is the one who fights away the monsters from under the bed—not just with words, but with the certainty that as long as she is there, no harm will come.
But love, when it runs this deep, is never without fear.
The Fear That Never Fades
Sika is haunted by the "what-ifs."
What if one day she is not there in time? What if life, unpredictable and merciless, takes her sister away? What if all the love in the world is not enough to keep her safe?
These fears do not come in loud crashes, but in quiet whispers. They creep into her mind when she watches her sister sleep, when she sees her laughing, unaware of the dangers that exist beyond their little world.
She knows that love is supposed to be joyful, but sometimes, it feels like a constant ache—a beautiful, painful reminder of how fragile everything truly is.
Hiding the Fear, Holding on to Love
Sika never lets her sister see the fear. She smiles, she reassures, she pretends that the world is not as dangerous as it is. She is her sister’s anchor, her shield, her source of unwavering strength.
But when night falls, when the world is quiet, Sika lets herself feel it all. The love, the fear, the overwhelming weight of caring too much.
She cries not because she is weak, but because love this deep makes you vulnerable. Because the thought of losing her sister is not just painful—it is unthinkable.
The Choice to Keep Loving
Despite it all, Sika knows one thing: she would not trade this love for anything. Even if it makes her afraid, even if it keeps her awake at night, she would choose it again and again.
Because to love is to risk heartbreak. But to not love at all—that would be the greatest loss of all.
So she holds her sister a little closer, savors every laugh, every hug, every moment. Because love, even when wrapped in fear, is still the most powerful thing in the world.
And Sika will always choose love.