The Thirteenth And Fifth Letter

Revelation.

White is as clean as an unused canvas. White is the being most kids are. White is the being their human cried for to have.

Black still remember their human.

Ever since she has sat on the throne alone, brought up by tough love, pain of rejection, fake smiles, don't cry moments, and more--she have always wondered why she isn't as kind as the other kids.

She've always wondered why she get annoyed, pissed, and mad so easily. Kids aren't supposed to be like that, right?

Selfish was one of the first words she remembers that someone close described her. And frankly? She was.

With Black reigning the kingdom, their human is as dark as she is and only looked nice because Black knows how to shut up.

Their human never even thought about herself as nice. When she grew a bit older, all she felt like was a chained demon. A two horned demon who is getting her horns cut to look human. She felt unwanted at some point.

It was until, the magic of love broke down all her walls and the ruins broke the thing that's blinding her. She looked at her side and White was there long along.

The golden treasure was with her all along.

The sweet one. The loving one. The fearless one. Everything she and anyone would have wanted.

She was awaken.

And the first thing that sweetheart did was cry. White has a bruised heart by then and borrowed Black deadly and painful words.

To hurt someone.

That was the first time Black saw her.

The first three months, White is just in pain, crying. Then the girl became better and move on after a while.

Kiddin'.

It took White one full year to actually move on. But all is well. Ever since then, even the first three months, White already sparked even though she was tainted with hell's colors.

But after a while she have reached heights and maybe she got to the point that she jusy want to stay up. But life can't really give that to you. Because even the colors you don't like still make a pretty picture in the end.

Black remembers White feeling defeated. It was her first phase. Then she started to step up and suddenly got back down.

The way White smiled even she was defeated is Hope. That was the moment Black saw that she wasn't alone.

Black still remembers crying and not wanting to be who she is. Getting pissed because she's not a light and beautiful as White. And it was because she felt like she's ugly. It was more on because people told her so. If it wasn't for White, she probably have killed bitches along the way. Thank goodness for White.

White, working her way up meant, she need to clean off she marks and scars. Until she become clean. As for Black, she stayed the same. Dark and Dangerous. Maybe just this time, more fabulous.

White was the one Black looked at and made her feel that she didn't need to scrub her mistakes away. Because the way she is, is enough.

White always look forward. And Black, always looked at White.

It was White who tells her not to be envious. And not to be this and that. White tells. Not forces. Maybe that's one of the things she loved about White.

White sighed, "Praising me again?"

"You don't like that?" White smiled, "I like."

Black stared at her and tilted her head, "Is there something you don't like about yourself?"

White's gaze fell down the table, "Don't like? Hmm. It's an okay, though. I wouldn't have it any other way... maybe?"

"What is it?"

She chuckled, "Maybe the fact that I can be easily tainted. And when I do, it is the only thing that they see. Not my hardship into keeping me clean." She smiled. It seems that White kinda leaked into her because she sees fall in her smile. The autumn. The way the different colored leaves fall down to the ground. It's like a sign of how she held on for so long. But her time just really ran out.

"It's because of me, don't it?"

White touched Blacked cheek lightly, "And because of you I need to fly back up again."

Black looked away. "Why?"

"Because," White laughed lightly. Like she's a little amused or whatever. "Balance."

Black looked back at her eyes. Her eyes looked like the color of the word autumn. Her eyes looked like sunset. And her eyes smiled like she does.

"Being light and lovely isn't always nice, Black."

Defeat. It's like she's telling her that living isn't always great.