He takes it and lets her drag him across the forest, Hero trailing close behind. “Sunny, come on!” The purple haired teen gives Hikki’s little brother a cheery smile. Hikki’s sure that Kel will go for seconds, maybe thirds. They’ve made more than expected, but that’s okay. They work in comfortable silence until the basket is heavy with lunch. He turns back to his book, eyes reading through the story with interest. Sunny sits farther off on some plush cushions, staring at them impassively. She chuckles silently and sets about making the same as the teen next to her. Hero startles, a crimson blush on his face. Hikki shuffles to his side - a playful grin on her face - leans close to him and nudges him. He starts spreading some butter on slices of bread, working diligently. The teen searches through the cupboards, sifting for ingredients and utensils. Maybe we could toast them? Oh, I should get some orange joe, Kel might complain otherwise”. Hero runs a hand through the mess of his violet hair, humming, “I was thinking of making simple sandwiches today. His hand clutches the violin case tightly, though a smile stretches on his face when she waves back enthusiastically and grins. The black haired boy gives a small wave, expressionless as usual. She eyes the giant and yellow cat watching them.īesides Hero is her little brother, Sunny. The place is filled with child-like imagination. It’s a perfect place to cook, brimming and alive with splashes of soft purple and more. There is a tentacle poking out of the ground, too. On the left, in front of a tree there’s a table with an egg (a suspicious amount of eggs litter the floor). There’s a fluffy pillow of a girl on the counter, a toaster by Hero and a photo of a familiar figure. They’re in a familiar room, filled with counters, stoves and ovens in one corner. “Hikki! You’re here!” Hero waves from his spot at the counter. She twists it, and steps into a new world. Her hand encloses over the knob, the coolness of the metal sinking into her skin. Instead she stands and walks towards the door that casts a faint shadow. Hikki glances at the piano in the corner of the room, tempted to run her fingers over the keys in a melody, but she refrains from doing so. The sheets are soft, but cold like the rest of the room. She twirls a strand of black hair around her finger, absently petting the black cat by her side. The endless white stretches for eternity around her. You’ve been living here for as long as you remember. ‘I can’t lose anyone else.’ he says, voice quivering, breaking, hoarse. Her hand shakes, her cheeks are dripping wet with tears. ‘Promise me you won’t leave… That we’ll always be together. By her window, he holds her hand with a teary gaze, lip red raw from biting.

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