Thread:Enchanteddragons/@comment-32460917-20180916080821

// brief story, ig? i just got a burst of inspiration to write but at the same time i wanted to keep it small

// takes place after meeting vereganna + anga, which i've put off indefinitely to wait for xenon

"What we do with our lives is up to us."

I remember you scoffing when I asked you. You told me we were our own people now.

Easy for you to say. You aren't the one who remembers.

If I accepted that, then they'd really be dead. Sieg and Sharlotte. Aren't we still them? We look like them, and you even act like him, Mirai.

If I accepted that, wouldn't that mean we aren't siblings anymore? All those scene that repeat over and over, they'd be nothing. Even the nasty ones, with the blood and snipping of scissors.

Maybe you're your own person, Mirai. But these memories are the only things that feel real to me. No matter how harsh your remarks are, I can't help but think, "isn't that what a sibling would say?"

- - -

It'd be nice to fulfill her wish. Somehow, someday. I have until my body falls apart again; might as well help the person who's life I've taken.

I remember that Sharlotte loved red. "Such a pretty flower!" she said to Anga. And such a pretty flower she received, when they brought her over to the operating table. Hey, my eyes are red too.

I remember that she always smiled. Regardless of the turmoil inside. I can do that! Just be a bit more cheerful!

I remember that she wanted to grow up. She wanted hair that flanked her ankles, flowing behind her like a hero's cape.

I can do that! 