[The Third Glimpse | Of Shattered Remnants]
"Just to hear you say the simple things;
Now waking up is hard to do,
And sleeping is impossible too.
Everything is reminding me of you
What can I do?
"It's not right, not okay,
Say the words that you say.
'Maybe we're better off this way?'
I'm not fine, I'm in pain,
It's harder everyday.
Maybe we're better off this way?
It's better that we break...
"A fool to let you slip away;
I chase you just to hear you say,
'You're scared and that you think that I'm insane.'"
- "Better That We Break" by Maroon 5.
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He frowns, looking at his mother with disgust. What is it that so enchanted his sister about this story? It is nothing short of those tragedies that the woman often read—written by some deceased playwright named William Shakespeare or something of the sort.
If the female angel doesn't want to be freed just to be used in the Seraphic Council's plans, then why does the latter even try to force her?
"Hiro-nii," his sister looks at him, her green eyes wide with glee. "Why do you look so constipated? Didn't you hear? Mom's gonna tell us why Lilith doesn't want to leave her room!"
He scowls, crossing his arms across his torso. "What's so interesting about that? That 'angel's just some sort of hikikomori, that's what."
At his cold words, Leif's lips turn down into a frown, and she picks at the edge of her shirt. As he watches, the tips of her ears flush with a hue utterly similar to her fiery hair.
"Now, now, Hiro," their mother interjects, that same placid smile on her lips. As if she isn't bothered by his lack of attention to the 'story' she is telling. "The story isn't over yet, so don't judge why a character was written that way."
He snorts, haughtily turning his head away. As he does, two figures come into sight, and he stiffens, head whipping back to look at his mother. She places a hand to her mouth, the slight quirk to her rosy lips indicating her amusement at his action. Beside him, Leif stifles a giggle.
"Yo, Fennel," his cousin greets, taking a seat next to the dark-haired boy on the sand. He grins, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he carefully lets his little sister sit upon his lap. "Causing trouble for our aunt, again?" He turns his head to the older woman, nodding in greeting.
She smiles, reaching out to stroke the little girl's sandy blond hair. "How have you and Sorrel been, Shu? I heard that your mother came back about a week ago after spending some time in the Philippines."
He laughs, adjusting his hold upon his sleepy sibling, whose head rests against his chest, avoiding the woman's reaching fingers. "Mom's been grand. Anyway, I heard that ya' were telling a story?"
She nods, clasping her hands together in her lap. "I am." With that, she winks conspiratorially, lowering her voice. "I think you already know what I'm talking about, Shu."
He grins, and as he opens his mouth to speak his sister's eyes open, her irises a bright grayish blue. "It's been a long time since ya' told me about that. I'd better hear it again."
At his words, she laughs.
"Very well. 'He who does not know history is bound to repeat it,' after all."
-To be continued.
[Word count: 590. Song: "Better That We Break" by Maroon 5.]
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Eyes of Azure | Assassination Classroom
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