Ah, [ she says, a white crescent of a smile between her lips, and she nods once, wry. ] We're too much the same, I think. And a little mirrored.
[ she takes the final drink from her mug, and the tea is cold when it goes down. a shiver emerges from the depths of her, and when she sets the cup down, it sounds like an anchor on sand. ]
I have an older brother. I haven't mentioned him, either... but maybe you could guess something like that. ... I haven't seen him in three years.
Give or take a few months. [it's not like I'm counting, says the roll of her shoulders, but the wrinkle in her brow as she speaks has kept tally of the days. ]
When we were younger, he was always taking care of me. Protecting me, looking out for me... I depended on him for everything, in the end. But things changed, and he wasn't there to protect me anymore. A lot's happened to me, since then... even before coming here. I know I'm not the same person I used to be, but... it's hard, you know, to imagine him as anyone but the person who left. Who he was before he left, I mean. And he must think the same way of me, too. But the way things are now...
If I had the choice, if I could see him again... I don't know. I miss him, every day, but at the same time, I want to protect him, too. I want him to be happy, and free to follow his own dreams.
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[ she takes the final drink from her mug, and the tea is cold when it goes down. a shiver emerges from the depths of her, and when she sets the cup down, it sounds like an anchor on sand. ]
I have an older brother. I haven't mentioned him, either... but maybe you could guess something like that. ... I haven't seen him in three years.
Give or take a few months. [ it's not like I'm counting, says the roll of her shoulders, but the wrinkle in her brow as she speaks has kept tally of the days. ]
When we were younger, he was always taking care of me. Protecting me, looking out for me... I depended on him for everything, in the end. But things changed, and he wasn't there to protect me anymore. A lot's happened to me, since then... even before coming here. I know I'm not the same person I used to be, but... it's hard, you know, to imagine him as anyone but the person who left. Who he was before he left, I mean. And he must think the same way of me, too. But the way things are now...
If I had the choice, if I could see him again... I don't know. I miss him, every day, but at the same time, I want to protect him, too. I want him to be happy, and free to follow his own dreams.
... Well. Maybe it's not the same.