What if the years that everyone thinks made us stronger really tore us apart? What if the only reason we're still arm in arm is because of habit? What if the only thing keeping us together is the strings we don't dare cut because they'd tear everything apart with us?
And what if it's these strings we can't cut, this habit, these years taking their toll that really makes us friends forever, better sisters there were never?
What if because all of it, we don't fall apart in the end?