His little hand released hers; their eyes met a last time. She saw him being lifted up and his figure fading away quickly before utterly disappearing as the door closed violently.
“Daddy... Where are they going?” she asked, still looking where he had stood a few seconds ago.
Her dad shook his head and sighed, “I’m sorry Ciara; I don’t know...And I don’t want to know.”
The little girl looked up at him, both worried and sad, not knowing what to say or what to do. She wanted to cry, to yell and to get mad at him; but she just couldn’t. She didn’t understand what had happened. “Daddy, will I see Niall again?” her little voice echoed through the room. She tried to look straight in her father’s eyes; she did not want to be lied to for that answer she was dreading to hear. He avoided her look and replied hastily, “I don’t think so, Ciara; you won’t.”
His answer made her feel like an arrow had pierced through her chest, right into her heart. She stood in the middle of the room, unable to move, unable to cry; his sentence repeating in her head.
Niall couldn’t be gone away from her forever. She needed him; she needed her twin brother.