Tae, Ben's twin sister, knows grief all too well.
She returns for the Funeral of their father, surprising everyone considering how much she had already been through.
Tae is on her last legs, she isn't sure why she even bothered showing up, but an o...
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Tae took herself outside to get some fresh air, craving to get free of the stifling air in the house.
She sat herself outside the wrought iron gates on the low wall for a few minutes, pondering what to do next, finding herself rather lost. At some point she decided to trudge her way back to her apartment before it got too dark out.
She had no idea what sorry state it had been left in given it had been broken into the last time she saw it. So with a heavy heart and trepidation, she took the twenty minute walk slowly in order to clear her head.
Everything in her head screamed that the world was ending on Monday, and everything in her heart screamed back that she did not care.
But she did, deep down. Maybe she hadn't realised it, but Five coming back had brought up old feelings, and with such danger following she was high strung on the urge to protect him like he was her own.
(She knew he'd tell her to go fuck herself at the notion, and that alone made her lips twitch as she climbed the steps of her apartment building.)
When she reached her door, she was surprised there wasn't more damage.
Her lock was hanging off the loosened screws, barely hanging on, but that was it.
Hesitant, she opened the door slowly and peered inside, her shadows twitching nervously at her back as she closed it behind her.
Tae took a careful exhale and allowed her shadows to swarm every corner of her place. When she knew there was no displacements in the layout, she breathed a little sigh of relief and proceeded.
She didn't even make it halfway through the hallway into her living room before something stuck one of her boot to the floorboards.
She glanced down at the splatters of dark crimson lining the floor and wall and forced herself to continue on, skin itching with nerves.
Everything in her living room was more or less the same, but if the world ended in a couple days she figured there was no point cleaning it up.
Morbid of her, she knew. But Sir Reginald had raised all of the children to be ready to die at a young age, being 'heroes' - it was bound to backfire in the future and it certainly had in her case.
Rubbing her tired eyes, Tae took her leather jacket from it's hook and bundled it against her chest as she moved through the room.
Her phone had been knocked beneath the coffee table and she picked it up, checking over the screen, brushing her thumb over it.
There was a tiny crack in the top corner but she couldn't bring herself to care.
As she did so, the screen lit up, displaying two notifications.
Her mouth went dry as she scanned the contact name.
"Shit."
Tae quickly sat down before she grew dizzy, hugging the jacket against her as she unlocked the phone to check the message.
