Erela
"Do you know your origin story? Like how this happened to you two? Maybe if you can give me any sort of details that you can remember that would help us." Akane asked as I led her to the old books. They smelt of dust and adventure. I loved them.
"I... I don't remember much from before my parents sent me to a mental hospital." I confessed, running a hand through my hair to pull it back. I fumbled through the file cabinet of memories in my head, going through each major event that I saved.
"I know that Ethan, in our home place and the hospital, was not very well-liked. Even more so than me. Some say that my brother was a freak, because he sprouted wings from time to time. Others, that he was too impure to be an angel." I recalled, "My parents feared for him."
I glanced at Akane before turning to the books, "my guess is that our parents fused us together because they didn't want to send him away or kill him, but they... didn't really want him to exist, either."
I skimmed through the book titles, hoping to bring more memories to light.
BrokenTear
"I didn't know there was a difference between nightmare and reality, only our perceptions of it. Not to mention the definition of normal is highly debated. What is normal to you, BrokenTear?" The curious Yuki asked cautiously. After a moment, I thought about if I really wanted to let her in to this, to talk about nightmares. But then I decided that I was an open book, she would find out anyway.
"Good question." I laughed a little, thinking out my answer, "Normal, to me is how life is without chaos. Without troubles and worries. But without happiness and adventure, as well. I think it's when you just settle into a boring, unfulfilled routine." I responded and looked up at the clouds again. They appeared slightly darker now, but still fluffy and white. With the sun shrouded by them, I no longer felt warmth on my skin. But I wasn't cold.
"I'm not sure which I'd prefer-- nightmares, or a normal life." I sighed and played with the grass between my fingers.
Forever
Warmth flooded over me from the shower, but it was nothing compared to the heat I felt when I was with Setsu.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the clean mask from the edge of the sink. Holding my breath, I quickly replaced the old wet one with it and wrapped a towel around my waist.
I opened the door, to unexpectedly see Setsu standing across the hall. I felt my face fill up with blood. I quickly wrapped my arms around myself, feeling insecure and embarrassed and startled.
"S-Setsu." I stammered and backed myself against the wall, "... heeeey thereeee." I dragged out, trying to appear less awkward.
