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"death isn't kind. it's dark and black and as far as you... as far as you can see you're all alone. there's no one else."
— Mei Misaki, Another —
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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW。]
The colors of death. Oh, what a cruelty it was for her to be gifted with such ability to see far into someone's life.
A monochromatic world for her to endure and if ever, someone were to be taken away, then will color be painted into that world.
Maybe that's why they were each other's half.
Haruka being born to see the darkness of death– a colorless world that only her sister, Haruki, would be able to fill in with colors.
Stuck with the piano, boring her eyes into the same black and white keys, similar to the world she sees with her freak eye. And then there is Haruki, the one who sees life in an optimistic way. Paintbrushes dipped with colors, the way she let the tip flow on the blank canvas as if she was coloring her own sister's world.
They were parallel with life and death itself.
Haruka being that painful truth the world has to face and Haruki being that beautiful lie everyone indulges themselves with.
The darkened hair girl gripped tightly onto her eyepatch, head hanging low as she stared down at the same monochromatic keys that unleashed different emotions out of musicians.
Closing her eyes, she brings herself back into her dream. The same exact dream she keeps on seeing whenever she sleeps.
"Just- who are you." was the only thing that left her mouth.
Tossing her eyepatch on top of the grand piano, she hovers her fingers on the keys, lips pursed and posture straightened.
Everyone was mourning over Ji Hanmi, another tragic death that has occurred within Jinhae-gu. It has only been around four weeks since the passing of Choi Haruki, and yet here they were with a new victim.
Sucking in a deep breath, with her whole heart she started off slowly, her fingers pressing down with ease. A few seconds and the tempo changed quickly as if the beat had just dropped.
This was... Chopin's Winter Wind, a personal favorite of hers to play. The way it starts off slowly, yet there was no gradual build-up, instead, it was like you were pushed into the void abruptly. The mashing of notes just suddenly came out of nowhere, catching the listeners off guard.
Walking down the hallway was the boy, doing rounds again to make sure everything was going smoothly and everyone was safe and sound. Nearing the music room, he could hear the melodies emitting loudly, causing him to slow down and check who it was.
Peeking through the small gap within the door, he could see the girl in her own habitat, as usual, Haruka played the piano, emotions pouring out, enabling listeners to imagine her own story.
Empty. Cold. Alone.
Those were what the boy felt as he listened. To Haruka, it was the same. The winter wind, always cold, it felt lonely and empty. It reminds you of the harsh reality.
The boy walked further in, Haruka didn't even notice him as she was too engrossed with playing the piano. He eyed her slowly, watching how her fingers delicately danced along the keys with precision.
Soon, he realized she had ended the song. Her chest heaving up and down, a bit breathless, she opened her eyes and that made him gasp out loud.
Haruka snapped her head towards the boy, gawking wide as she panicked to cover her eye, only to be stopped by him.
"Don't!" he blurted out, his hands restraining hers from covering the different colored eye.
"Mark, it's hideous!"
"It's beautiful... please, don't cover it," Mark said, his focus on her left eye that gleamed beautifully under the sun rays.
Her eyes are beautiful, that's all Mark could think of. With her left eye being covered all the time– it seemed as if the right one was alone. The pallid gold eye presented a boring emotion, empty or so, but accompanied by the left eye, it was perfect.
Her icy blue orb was intoxicatingly innocent as if no death laid upon there, yet behind it was nothing like it seemed. Behind that bright blue eye was a dark and grim world.
Mark could see both of them in her eyes.
Haruka and Haruki. The painful truth and the beautiful lie.
He wordlessly gazed at her, his hands still circling her wrists as they continued to stare at one's eye. How could a beautiful eye like that show nothing but the colors of death?
"Mark..."
"Haruka?" he tilts his head, feeling a slight pain making him loosen his grip and back away, "I-I'm sorry."
Haruka blinked a few times, a hand reaching up as it cupped her left cheek. "You're that boy."
"Huh?" he gave her a questioning look, not quite being able to piece it together.
"You're that boy in my dream!" she pinpointed, pain striking her as she tried hard to uncover the barred visions. "Agh- what's- why..."
Mark squinted, low grunts escaping from his mouth as he continued to think about what she had just said. Right, dream. He could remember little bits.
The nearby park, the breathtaking painted-like sky, and the girl with different colored eyes.
"Haruka... I think we do have met before..." he murmured distinctively before falling onto the ground with a loud thud, darkness surrounding him quickly.
— • • • — okay, but what if... Mrs choi's actually sick and she never had twins in the first place 👀 that's why she has dolls-
