CHAPTER 1

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❝ the beginning of a downfall ❞

the ticking of the old grandfather clock within the room gives a sense of time

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the ticking of the old grandfather clock within the room gives a sense of time. the rustle of papers as the sound of the quill presses against the page. the curtains are pulled back and light pours into the room. encasing the area the light hits with a pleasant warmth. the ticking of the clock is something that begins to blur for me. for once in the household it's quiet-

"ICARUS!"

the loud bang of the doors being thrown open is not uncommon. it was needlessly noisy within the house now. I take back how it was for once quiet. my eyes raise to look towards the only person who would do such a thing. that only person being my younger sister.

"Aretha stop throwing the doors open. you'll hit someone eventually or break something. you might even break the door off its hinges." it's bluntly stated as Aretha purses her lower lip.

"it'll be fine. anyways- what do you think you're doing so early in the morning? it's only nine!" her strides are long and graceful as she comes over.

I can only offer her a shrug as I set the quill in the ink. my hands fold over each other as my chin rests on it. it's not hard to determine that we were siblings. we had the same silvery white hair, the same azure eyes, the same tanned skin. it's no joke to say we're basically what the other would look as the other gender. we were identical yet we weren't twins.

"and your point is? you know you should be awake before nine." I didn't see what the problem was. wake up at five, do my exercise, shower and get ready, then do my work. she was supposed to be awake at around six as well. always slept in.

"hush now. my point is how can you not realize it's time for breakfast?"

her arms cross under her chest as she gives me a hard stare. there's a moment of silence as I feel myself begin to grin at her. placing a hand over my mouth as I looked away. there's a warm feeling that tickles my heart knowing how she worried. the palm of my hand against my lips pulls away when I look at her again. giving her a smile as the chair scraped against the wooden floor.

"this is no snickering matter." " yes, it is a snickering matter. seeing how concerned you are for me."

a wave of my hands, the tips of my fingers glide against the table wood. standing before her with arms crossed now. her stare grows sharper enough for chills to anyone's spine. a tickle on the back of my neck. smack. a harsh hit to my arm before I hit her back. before I even know it we're hitting each other and hissing through our teeth.

"aretha you little shit stop- I'm going to fucking shove my foot up your ass."

"try me you fucking shit fit. I'll make your foot go up your ass so far it comes out of your mouth!"

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