Immortal Fondness REMAKE

13.20

Aska has been crowned king since his father's remorseful death, which has taken it's toll on everyone. Seeing as he was the oldest, and a male, he was now the king. A king has no room for happiness. A king has no room for free time. A king has no room for siblings.

Delilah, a once happy and playful girl, has now grown to her teen years. Her life was fucked up and she was obviously traumatized. Her once bright, emerald green eyes that had dazzled in his brother's way were now filled with sadness and grime. They were a dull dark green.

Delilah's dull and sad eyes looked across to the papers she had been given. In all honesty she found it sweet that Aska was trying to make her happy with drawing books, but the affection didn't reach Delilah as it used to. She wasn't a kid anymore, so the same old sketch pads and drawing books wouldn't work on her.

She wishes it would work on her, but what she wishes for more is a sibling. A sibling who wouldn't ignore her for stupid kingly jobs, a sibling who would be there for her as he once was. A brother named Aska. She just wants her brother back.

Times like this would remind her of how when she was a little girl she had the world at her fingertips, but being an orphan will change that. People would think orphans are weak, but they are much stronger than thought of. Orphans have gone through trauma but they live on as though life is gonna get better.

Life never gets better, which is what Delilah has learned from experience. Her life hasn't been getting better and she doesn't think it will any time soon. While she waits for a life altering event to make her life better, her brother is waiting for the opposite.

An end of all this chaos, an end to all this recklessness, an end to everything going wrong. He wants things to be normal again, and he will never admit this but he misses his little sister. Losing his sister in the chaos of all this was a nightmare.

Today he was gonna change things, he was gonna make things better for the both of them.

He was at least gonna try.

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As he sat in his office he thought to himself. All these papers are boring, jees kings like me go through these all day. He snorts to himself before he reads the second to last paper.

The young king, once a prince, continued to read the paper. His brows furrowed into confusion as he put his fingers to the word to make sure he was following. His eyes widens in shock as tears sting his eyes, nodding in solem agreement.

He wiped his tears and locked the note away in a drawer, never to be seen again. Maybe if he forgot all about it the problem would go away. Or maybe if he had dealt with it when it had came something bad wouldn't have happened.

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Delilah sat, hitting her hands on the armrests of her chair. She was so bored and it was getting embarrassing. She got up and stood there a minute just to think.

The world is shit.

Was her main thought.

If only that thought were a lie.

The princess got up and walked down the stairs, agreeing to her thoughts once more. She hated how she had to do this everytime she was upset. Lilith had a job now though, a better paying job than the one she had at the castle. She had to leave to provide for her family who couldn't provide for themselves.

One step, three steps, eight. It went on to about 23 until she made it to the last one. The steps were shiny, as they had been cleaned the night prior. They were hard wood and coated in something that made them irresistible to the eye.

Delilah's socks ruining the streaky clean pattern into a more messy one. She ran to the outside door which had been changed several time to a stronger glass, as young Delilah loved to break it.

The girl, just a kid, stomped on the concrete and screamed. She loved doing this once a week. It helped get everything off her mind. It helped to go through it.

She felt herself slowly fall to the floor as rain pounded. Patter patter, going down on the concrete. Patter patter, going down in her mind. Patter patter, her body tones as she falls lying down.

As she lies down she looks at a single flower that falls from atop a tall branch on their beloved tree. A young and lively pink apple blossom, the one thing that made Delilah crack. It was a symbolic thing. It reminded her of her childhood and that was all she needed.

The young girl curled up and hid her face in the long fabric sleeves of herself. She cries. It's that simple.

Everything piles on her, the hard work of her loving but at the same time hateful brother, the death of her parents, the leaving of her best friend, everything. Almost everything. Stuff she didn't even know about was piling on her.

Delilah always had a way of knowing what was going on, but some things she just couldn't predict. Although enough predictions made her brother act as though she was just a stalker, which in a sense she was. The princess looked down at the floor in a harsh glare.

If eyes could kill, the ground would have been dead. Then again she gave that glare to so many things in life she would have been considered a murderer.

As though just on cue, the rain stopped just as she got a hold on her feelings. She got up and patter her long, white, frilly dress out. It was covered in young soil and grass stains.

Once she had finished, she put her legs out one by one, in an attempt to get home. Well, to get in home. She just wanted to sleep.

She wanted to be in a long coma-like state. She hated this feeling.

She wants normal.