"𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿."
𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, the greatest rock band the generation has ever seen, the bona fide rockstars of their time.
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✧ 4th November 2000 ✧ Los Angeles, California
THE BOILING steam of truth in their relationship was that Morten Harket would have gone far and beyond for his youngest sister. If somebody were to ask him who his best friend was, clustering away all the strange glances and pondering, Morten would have said that it was Maia. It's funny, he thinks, because growing up, he was more of a father to her than a brother, that was the dynamic that he came across. It was in the sense that he looked after her like she was in his custody, that the success of her education and life depended on him, and solely him.
The blaming game was a terrible one, just like Maia, he learned to accept that their parents did the best they could. They were flawed and filled with cracked imperfections in the walls of their skin, but they provided their kids with a life nonetheless, even if they were not around to truly be present in their kids' lives. Morten was brought up in a greater difference in environment compared to Maia——he had a mother who waited outside for him on the first day of school, wiping away his nervous sweat and pecking his cheeks with all the tenderness and sweetness of her love. Morten had a present father.
Maia's childhood was of a paradox. And perhaps it was the knowledge of it that made Morten feel obligated to give her the kind of childhood she could never receive, because after all, she was his little sister, and he would have kneeled and given his soul out to the lords of redemption to protect hers and save her from any piercing and vicious punishments of the world.
The portrayal of Maia's care and love towards him was almost subtle, and one could never really visibly identify it, but it was there. Maia loves him in ways she never loved her father. Morten saved her when nobody else could, he took her in when she was entrapped in a lifeless house, and he made her realise that there was more to the horizon of which she knew. Morten brought music into her life, those chipping and whistling of rhythmic instruments that aligned with the faint beating of her heart, the minimal yet thunderous tugging that the tunes did to her fingers——integrating her with them, together as one, to feel the music and live through it all. She could never repay Morten for the sacrifices and ascetic temperament he carried out when it came towards her, attempting to play himself out as the best example.
It weighed him over to see the path she had gone down. He was proud of all the things she had achieved and paved, for the lack of willingness to allow others to ever live up to her influence and success, the absolute colossally low anticipation she forced others to have for other newcomers. There was nobody else like Maia Harket and Libertines, Morten knew that, and he was lost for words. But it numbed him into an unspeakable ability once he realised the consequences of driving her into music was the intense addiction and roused lifestyle she caved herself in.
