In the dead of night, I always think about a lot of things, about love, friendship, and those nightmares I have grown accustomed to. Only at this time, the restlessness in my heart will return to tranquility. Only at this time, I can have the chance to greet that soul at the bottom of the abyss.
I vaguely remember that was a night in the cold winter. My younger brother was locked on the balcony by our parents for some reason. He only had his shorts on. The living room came with the sound of quarrels and fights as always, and I hid safely in my room. Of course, the outside world had nothing to do with me. I was alive, and that was it.
But I still made the stupidest decision: I put on my thickest coat, yelled swear words at my parents, and then was thrown on the balcony with my coat. Obviously, I was freezing, but I still shook my hands and gave my coat to him.
Just because I am his sister.
It was ridiculous, that the motivation I made these actions were not even based on kindness, but the responsibility the world imposed on me, and I was actually proud of this at that time.
Time really kills everything, including my purity. I grew up, so when I heard my brother cry in pain again, I chose to turn away.
Sometimes I wonder, that if I meet myself from the past, what will she think? Will she use her justice little eyes to accuse my indifference?
It is bound to be an unsolved mystery because the girl at that time was already killed by myself.
[ The End ]
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