The Mythicals

Chapter 27: Nicholas

The look on Mika's eyes were of confusion and surprise. She wasn't expecting any of that revelation, let alone the Mythical language that she coincidentally understood easily.

I was more than just appalled as well. If one were to think about it, what she said was very plausible. Mika had been already displaying signs of being my lost sister but, is that enough? What if she was just a Mythical of the modern times? That does not fully account it.

"Okay, that's it!" She yelled. "This is all some bullcrap! Too impossible!"

I looked in my mother's direction and saw her gaze avert to the floor. That small ray of hope was now being shadowed with hopelessness. We both longed for her. We've already permanently lost father, and so, the same thing shouldn't happen to Micha.

"Of course it's impossible." I heard my mother speak, with everyone all ears. "But don't forget that it's just the word 'possible' with a prefix. Meaning, everything can be turned upside down. The impossible can be possible."

Mika's lips pursed into a thin line. She was thinking about what my mother had said, despite hopeless tone in her voice.

"Still, who am I to say that? Maybe what France said was true, maybe it's not. I'm probably just...expecting too much."

"Don't say that!" Mika suddenly spoke, opposing her words. Her mouth hung agape, but no words made an effort to come out of it. She wanted to say something but fought back on it.

"I'm standing by my words."

"Michiko..."

Mika bit her lip. I could see that she was doubting herself, whether she did something wrong to my mother or if it's just about her feelings.

"No need to lend me your words of encouragement, brother. I'm okay, at least, that's what I think."

You think that you're okay, but what you feel is different from what's in your mind. The minds are never in par with hearts. You'll always try to convince yourself but it'll never have an effect with your feelings as problems just never vanish like a popped bubble. It will always be there, unless resolved.

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Silence ensued on the whole house the following day. Everyone minded their own businesses, not even having an effort to start a conversation with anyone at home. My mother was outside, probably reflecting on everything that's happening. France was busy with her parents, probably discussing what has been happening lately. I, on the other hand, was roaming around, going from room to room. Of course, I stayed off limits to where Mika was staying; she hasn't come out since then.

As I was roaming around inside one of the rooms, presumably from her parents, I glanced around the picture frames on the table. Something about it seemed off and so, I took a closer look at it. I gently lifted it up, almost dropping it when I heard a voice.

"You're snooping around my residence." Mika was at the doorway, arms crossed.

"I couldn't find something to do." I excused, putting back the frame in it's position earlier.

She started to walk inside the room and went over to me.

"So, you're scanning over those pictures."

"Y-Yes."

She gave me a side eyed look and picked up the frame I held earlier. On it was a little girl, which was Mika, and on both her sides were her parents. Again, something seemed off about this picture, so I took another peek again. She started to speak, and I had to multitask.

"This was probably one of those rare moments when everything was alright."

I should be sympathizing with her right now yet, all I could do was look at the face of that girl. Somehow, her looks were quite familiar, as if she was a doppelgänger of someone.