It can't be perfect again

The girl seemed to understand her soft, inaudible words, as if she just knew what her name looked like. Just like how her sister appeared to approach her, almost tentatively, slowly, like a shadow, she too took a few reluctant steps forward, somehow drawn to this girl, like a moth drawn to a flame. Until, she was only a few steps away from her. She didn't want to get too close; it seemed too dangerous, too overwhelming. And then her sister spoke her name. It sounded so fragile yet so sweet. There was no anger in her words, not that she suspected such an emotion to come so easily to Kait. Only remorse. That seemed to be the main topic of all her reunions. Just blame and guilt, in themselves. "No...I'm sorry," she began in a hoarse whisper. "She left because of me. When I came back for her...you weren't there."