twoset oneshots

i. familia.

prologue.
(n) pro·logue, ˈprō-ˌlȯg
a separate introductory section of a literary or musical work.

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What comes into your mind when you hear the word brother?

A companion through life? Bonded by blood? Perhaps a peer, or a loyal friend? What would you define as a brother?

I suppose I'm the worst person to answer that simpleton question. I didn't know, my brother is never around. We don't talk to each other, no, not one bit.

My parents will yell at us when we were kids, we were opposites. We were fire and water, I was corporate and he was a romantic, I am a junior he is a senior, I was repulsive the other was attractive.

He's a professor, while I traveled the land of Milram for my field of expertise. Buying, selling, and offering lands in the business.

We don't talk much to each other, not really. Seldom, rare, once in a blue moon. We only share a conversation when necessary, not acting coy in each other nor comfortable. Brothers in the business, not batting an eye for kindness.

Because emotions and feelings are not written in our family book. It is not exercised inside the premise of our palace, our servants are hushed to silence about it, love, pain, grief, jealousy, every single emotion must be banned at all costs.

But anger, anger is by far the deadliest emotion in the family.

Why?

It is the only exception in the list of prohibition.

And so shall the law be broken, oaths delivered with white lies. A family of regal, power, and monarchy finally kneels onto its submission to the public masses.

Is literature enough to change the world?

Or is the world too ignorant of literature?

But let me remind you, that words are universal.

Galaxies will collide.

Love does not equal to the law.

When their hearts ignite.

History will repeat itself, the same mistakes, the same public outrage.

And so shall I continue to watch in pity, as my family of royalty falters its graceful masquerade.

(The guilt that carries my soul and withers my heart, he was my brother nonetheless. He did not deserve that, he did not deserve it.

So please, forgive me. Forgive me for my selfish thoughts. Forgive me for my ignorance.

Forgive me for living.)

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a virtual tight hug to whoever can guess the plot!

i wrote a prologue because as I have mentioned in the previous chapters, this particular oneshot is longer than life ;-; even longer than ling ling's life. but who
am i kidding ling ling is immortal aha