The concept of reincarnation was no stranger to me. You could find it everywhere you looked in the the twenty-first century; television, novels, manga, and animation. Ironically, reincarnation or transmigration was my favorite trope.
I had always im...
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Dreams. Dreams are like windows to a surreal realm of our subconscious, where the boundaries of reality blur and imagination takes flight. In one such dream, I found myself walking through my childhood memories.
I felt my eyes gloss with tears. The familiar scent made my eyelids heavy.
I wanted to go home, back to everyone I left behind. I only had two years left before I graduated from university. I finally had a paying job. I was slowly developing into a functional adult after being such an anxious mess.
I was making progress.
I sometimes wonder if it would've been better to refuse Death and just go to the afterlife. Why did I hope to be reborn in a world like Jujutsu Kaisen or Criminal Minds? I would just kill myself right after. Fanfiction made everything seem so simple.
Albert would probably be laughing at my misery right now. I bet all of them would be amused to see an aristocratic brat surviving in the common world just like they did before they were adopted.
Why am I whining now? Shouldn't I be over those feelings? Is it because of my 11-year-old body? Or is it 12 now?
Time sure did fly fast. How long has it been? Bad at traching at time lately. One thing is certain, I am still bad at math even in this life.
It's been a year since... Since what?
For some reason, I felt like I was forgetting something important, itching on the edge of my mind. But, at the same time, the place seems seems kind of nice.
I wasn't sure what I might be forgetting, but whatever it was, it couldn't be better than this.
I felt like something was missing, but the scent of my room made me drowsy.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shape. Slowly, I drifted away from it.
I didn't want to leave but my little brother, usually trailing behind with his tiny legs, was now by my side, all grown up yet still bearing the innocence of youth in his eyes. Seeing him brought a comforting sensation.
Oh, that's right. I remembered now. I have a little brother. He's what keeps me steady.
He loves me and won't hate me, right?
I looked closer. He's now grown past 11 years old, far past the age he died in the fire.
Or shall I say 'we' since I share the same soul?
It's kinda strange when thinking about it.
It's like I'm Akku or Felix. God, having two names is confusing but I'll get used to it. I'm more me and less Og William. However, still bearing his memories and body, it is like one soul with two personalities.
