Love And Betrayal (Momobami Twins x Reader)

Chapter 18

Y/N's Pov-

The silence that followed killed me. Expressing my feelings to people had always been a struggle. The fact I could say something like that to the twins made me feel at ease. My mother's death was never something I could consider as an easy-going topic.

Despite the comfort of the twins, my tears didn't stop flowing. My eyes swelled, and I continued choking out deep and depressing sobs. My throat was dry, and my face was wet. My nose was runny, and my body was hot. Everything around me was nothing but a blur of color. The cascading water of the fountain was just a muffled sound in the the back of my mind. The twins' cries were mute, combined with mine our pathetic weeping was one of pure trauma. Trauma of the flashbacks, trauma of the continuous worry, trauma of the painful discrimination that earned us dread, and our fellow pupils with entitlement they..Never deserved.

My grip around the twins' sleeves loosened, and my vision cleared; as it had been cloudy from my reflective tears, that left wet, staining streaks across my rose red cheeks. Soon, the twins stopped crying. Leaving us with agonizing silence. Despite the lack of sound, the attention on the quietness in the room awakened; moreover, making an awkward aura fill through the house. I drew in a breath, feeling it hitching once I realized how blocked my congested nose had been. I choked on air, practically. Then began feeling stupid because when I looked up, the twins had their eyes fixated on me, Refusing to make any noise, nor movement of our tangled embrace.

It stayed that way, until the silence became too much to handle.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Ririka's lip quivered as she spoke, yet her words rang with pure sincerity and concern, that I couldn't help but smile at her. "I'm fine...Thank you, to you both." I was happy to see that I earned two smiles in return. My before shaky hands ceased to stop, as two more entwined with mine. I looked down, and squeezed their hands tightly around my own. The world seemed to spin. It was long ago I realized that it didn't revolve around me. And it was only a few days ago, that I realized most people my age lacked that area of common sense.

Mary always had the sick idea in her head that if she managed to get her way, one way or another everyone will respect her. They'll worship her as if she's some god. Treat her like she's the queen and their her greedy peasants, who could only wish to be like her.

It brought her a severe amount of insignificant pleasure to know that they could never even be remotely like her. People, to her, weren't even people. "People" in the best words she could describe, were simply objects she would use to satisfy her personal needs, and then toss away, like they truly meant nothing to her. About 99% of the time, they really did mean nothing to her. They lived their own unruly and pathetic lives, while she made sure that every step she took, shook the earth to where it would rock...Guess you could say, she rocked her own world. Because to Mary, the world was hers. And no one could take it from her. She could rock it, she could shake it, she could rule it, she could burn it. Just as long as in the end, the world was either in her own very hands, or revolving around her.

I knew a few people like that. Kirari, was like that. But the difference between her and Mary was that she never meant anyone to hurt from her actions. The cruel setup she made of the school had never been a reflect on her personality, but a peace treaty, to those like Mary. To those like Yumeko, who thought it to be right to despise those who tried to help her.

The only reason she agreed to my plan of me joining the council, was because she thought I would end up in a situation I couldn't control. Instead of her, I would be the one walking through the school corridors with a house pet tag dangling around my neck. She knew she never needed my help. She used my sensitivity weakness to her advantage, tricking me into helping her so she could come out on top. She would gladly step on me and my dreams, just to be able to reincarnate them into her own. She knew of my interest in the council before, and figured my mission was to overthrow Kirari and take over the school. Even though that wasn't it at all. She acted as if she was a nice and caring friend, but it was the complete opposite. She made it so I'd be her stepping stool to reach the throne. The throne in which she thought she was entitled to. And that of course, had been the throne that Kirari had sat upon everyday, watching the school with a close eye.