"Just turn around and walk away, sweetheart. I'll be nice and pretend I didn't see you, just for today"
With amusement in her tone, Mars gives Amaya a wink. Still, it does not feel overly flirtatious or amusing in any way. Instead, it is almost thre...
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Late September, Monday
The engine of his car is rather quite a funny thing.
It drums, albeit softly so, to the point where the entire car ride almost feels like a massage. Amaya leans back in the black leather seat. It smells softly of citrus in the car, perhaps her brother's laundry detergent or a side effect of his shampoo, but it is barely noticed past the smell of a distinct, expensive and new leather-seated car.
Amaya has sat in such a car before, on her way to school, and on her way back from the hospital. It is also quite possible she sat a lot in cars like these before she lost her memory. But it still feels unfamiliar, for an entirely new reason.
She's seated next to her brother, in the front seat. The absence of a driver is somewhat odd, and yet it fills her with relief.
"I hope our brothers haven't been too hard on you-"
His voice is quite different from Avan's or Kian's. It is the same low tone but with a much more proper and mature cling to it, as if he is not faking his politeness like Avan and Kian so very often do. Amaya feels rather comforted by that fact.
She can calmly look out the window, watching as the houses of the city pass by in a blur, while her brother drives her home from school, without having to worry about whatever he might be thinking badly of her in his mind. He is perhaps the only person she has met this far that hasn't been odd, annoying or angry with her in any way.
That is not to say that her eldest brother doesn't have any peculiarities about him. He continues his sentence in a mellow tone, after taking a quick glance at Amaya next to him. His eyes fall back to the road.
"They tend to be such brats sometimes when it comes to this family. Although I'm at least thankful for Kian. He stepped up and took care of our family image when I became rather busy at the company"
Amaya smiles at him, almost with the intent of calming him down from his worries. The wrinkle of stress on his young forehead is perhaps something that pulls on her heartstrings, the feeling of pity spreading through her body.
She recalls the driver on her way to school mentioning his age to be something around twenty four, a whole six years more mature than the rest of them. Even so, it is hardly an age to be worrying so much about family matters, going around working day and night, in a high position at a prestigious and huge corporation. Amaya knows that in her position, she should not feel pity for anybody but herself. And yet she still does speak with that careful, sweetness in her tone.
"They have taken good care of me. In fact, everyone is so nice and caring. I just wish I could remember more"
Her eldest brother Taran's peculiarity lies in his work. He might seem normal at first glance, speak with a normal tone and say normal things, however the real differences come to show after a minute or two of conversation.
