『There was once a boy who had a father, mother, and younger sister. They were twins, born under the shining moon on the sixteenth of August.
Having golden hair resembling his father's, eyes shimmering like rubellites whenever he smiled. Pinky promis...
"I may always tease her, make her so angry, make her stomp her feet and cross her arms– but deep in my heart, I never want to make her cry. I would rather jump down a cliff and give away my Crown just for her to be happy. For her happiness is my happiness, even when I sleep for eternity afterward."
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Athanasia chokes on her tears after realizing what she had said. Her actions became weak until her hands eventually just laid against his chest.
An unbearable silence filled the air, Athanasia reluctant in facing Arius.
"Arius..." She was able to utter, her hands clutching to his tear-stained shirt. "I'm so so– gah!" Athanasia wasn't able to finish, feeling her body being hugged—warm.
It was indisputably warm, making butterflies flutter in Athanasia's heart. It reminded her of how Lilian's cuddled with her when she was a child.
A hand patted her head, tenderly caressing her golden locks. Arius whispered, "It's alright. Don't cry. I'm sorry, okay? Don't cry..." He would repeat it like a broken recorder—it felt like he was telling such words to himself, actually.
Athanasia allowed herself to be his hold, her emotions currently in shambles. Her eyes closed, lulling herself with Arius' heartbeat.
In the end, they found themselves laying flat on the grass. The adrenaline finally left their system, making them collapse as their belated fatigue left them with sore muscles.
They were still young. Running from the Garnet Palace to the rose garden nearly in the opposite direction with no rest—it was no surprise they felt like fainting at that very second.
The wind was cool, blowing over the twins who both had their eyes shut. They accepted the comfortable hush between them, sharing thousands of words despite not speaking.
Athanasia slowly opened her eyes, the diamond jewels watching the clouds fly across the vast blue sky. She feels the grass with her fingers, pulling at some of the green glass. One little flower was plucked.
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