“It’s okay,” Rumi began, despite her own fear and the uncomfortable churning in her stomach. “It’s only for a little, then we can eat together for lunch.” This would be the first time they would be separated in their entire lives.
Celine had already bid them goodbye and the bell had rung, but neither twin had moved towards their own class.
“Rumi,” Yuki’s eyes were shiny and wide. “I’m scared. Can you hold my hand?”
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"It's okay." She lied, pushing a light purple strand back from her sister's face.There was so much blood. The outfit they had carefully picked out years ago for this day was ruined, marred by the giant hole in her chest.
Her little sister, her twin, was going to die. The blood on her hands screamed that it was all her fault. If she hadn't trusted Jinu, if she hadn't run to Celine, Yuki would be okay.
"Ru-" She coughed, red splattering Rumi's white clothes. Yuki’s skin had grown so pale it almost seemed translucent. It reminded her of a spirit, or a ghost. A dead body.
“Rumi.” Yuki rasped out, choking on the blood clogging her throat. “I’m scared. Can you hold my hand?”
This is angst y'all but don't worry I have a plan :)
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A neglected child never really has a moment where they can pinpoint where they began feeling neglected. It is simply something that they always know. They withdraw and quiet early on in there childhood, moving through life like a ghost. An ever-yearning shell of a person. Yuki Ryu couldn’t remember the first time she had felt unwanted. It was simply something she knew. Just like she knew that the sky appeared blue and the grass was green.
Pending....
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