Two Daughters
A mother tortured by her memories.
A father who has forgotten his story.
A broken red thread of faith that connects them.
In a world where reapers can be saviors. How will they mend the red string that has been broken?
Is it their des...
Nabi flew up from her sleeping position gasping for air as though her lungs didn't have any.
"Breath, breath", A familiar voice said from beside her causing Nabi's head to snap in its direction.
Once she saw her sister, she quickly hugged her as tears ran down her face.
Sunny, who was shocked at the sudden affection, gasped at her sister.
Nabi pulled back wiping her eyes before looking back at Sunny.
"Sorry", she apologized to sunny who looked at her in concern.
"It's okay, Are you good? What happened?", Sunny asked
"I had it again.", Nabi said referring to the dream causing Sunny to sigh.
"Yeah, I've been having them too.", Sunny said as they both looked at each other with concern.
"What are we gonna do? Who is that person?", Nabi asked as her eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"I don't know but we'll figure it out, together.", Sunny said holding Nabi's hands in hers as she looked at Nabi with determination.
Nabi nodded in response.
"Right, we will figure it out together.", Nabi said squeezing Sunny's hands.
"What are we figuring out?", The voice of their father said as he walked into the escort room taking off his coat.
"Oh, just trying to figure out how to get you to have dinner with us.", Nabi responded letting go of Sunny's hands and turning to look at their father, as he took off his coat placing it on the back of the couch both girls were on before sitting in his chair at his desk.
"I would love to..", he started.
"But", both girls said at the same time.
"But we are kinda busy right now, as Nabi should know well.", He said pointing to Nabi who groaned nodding in agreement before walking to her desk.
"That's right, I still have to figure this out.", she stressed gesturing to her desk that Sunny fixed slightly.
"Ok then I'll see you later then", Sunny said looking at her sister with eyes of sympathy. She then bowed to her father and exited the room.
Nabi began to fiddle with her pen twirling it between her fingers. An action she often did when she was extremely focused. Images of her dream kept replaying in her mind over and over again. Soon enough her thoughts were interrupted by a thud as her pen fell from her hand onto the floor.
This gained the attention of her father who briefly looked up from the piles of paper on his desk. Nabi got up to retrieve the pen which resulted in a wave of memories rushing into her head so fast she couldn't process any of them.
