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" 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 "
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𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐞, better known as Rory, may have been incredibly similar to her twin sister, Rain, when it came to looks, aside from the visibly more auburn tint in Auroras hair, they could do not be more different in personality.At least, in their eyes.
Rain was sociable, friendly and the type of person people went to for comfort and support, stubborn in an ambitious-type way and determined to fulfil her owed hours and get out of the dirty and miserable colony they were forced to call home.Meanwhile, Aurora was no longer the extroverted and naively kind girl she was once known as, a shell of her old self, a stranger to those who knew her the best.
Rory once shared her sisters dreams of escaping to Yvaga and spending every evening basked in the sunset, every morning admiring how it rose, but it seemed once her father died and she stumbled into a fatal accident in the mine, she gave up and her naive hope faded.Her father had been the one to tell her story's of space, Yvaga and the sun, promised Rory he would take her and Rain to see it one day, but, of course, he was never able to fulfil such a promise.His death had hit her with the harsh reality they would probably never get out, that they would all face the same fate and that mindset slowly turned Rory into a numb, seemingly emotionless version of herself.
Rain didn't understand what happened to her sister, it all happened so fast and she feared she was too far gone in her own sorrow to notice her slipping away.She understood how their fathers death had effected her, it devastated Rain too, but she couldn't understand why it seemed to effect Rory so, so much worse.Just like how Rory couldn't even begin to understand what gave her sister so much hope and motivation, not anymore anyways.
Rain, at first, thought it had been the mining accident that worsened her sisters grief and struggle, but she had an inkling it was somehow something else, a gut feeling that she just couldn't quite put her finger on.Because Rory would rather have let herself die in that mine than let the shame of what happened be known, to anybody.
