Sora walked back into her room, having not returned for days. Her clothing was wet from the rain outside, and her hair was stringy. She felt pain everywhere, emotianally and physicly. She felt completely drained of energy, and couldn't stand to not let tears fall. Ayame and Hikari were asleep on their beds, looking so peacefull and happy. Sora let out a sob, walking into her closet, her emerald eyes filled with confusion.
"A-a bath would do me some good.." Sora squeaked, walking =into her private bathroom. She felt like she didn't deserve anything right now. She felt like a monster, just what she was called in her village. She couldn't shake how bad she felt, but she didn't know why. She wouldn't blame anyone, but her concious screamed her brother. It said it was her brother's fault. Riku too, suffered from a dragon spirit, but no one knew except for her family. Everyone knew about Sora, the pathetic younger twin.
Sora sniveled, turning on the foset for the bathwater. She slowly took off her wet clothing, watching a little steam rise from the water in the tub. She let out a sigh, slipping into the water, warmth rushing trough her body, her sad mood leaving almost automaticly. She did not feel anything but the warmth of the water, as if she was surrounded by people giving her hugs. Her dull, emerald eyes showed no emotions.
She slowly washed her hair, the sweet scent of lavender coming from the shampoo bottle. she rinsed her hair, bubbles forming in the water. Sora smiled, poking at the bubbles, popping one by one. She let out a relaxed sigh, finishing her bath. She pulled the plug at the bottom of the tub, water going down slowly. She took a towel and wrapped herself up, her hand runing through her hair, drying it quickly. Even though it wasn't wet, it was still shiny. Sora brushed her hair, putting a few clips in.
She walked back into her closet, smiling softly. She pulled out a grey, pleated skirt from a hangar, along with a white tank-top. Slipping on a pair of ankle boots, Sora walked out of her closet, Ayame and Hikari still asleep on their beds. She kissd them both on the forehead, causing them to move a little, but smile.
Sora plopped down on her bed, closing her eyes, listening to the wind that came through an open window. A wonderful thing, the wind was. It could tell a story of it's own, of sorrow, happiness, anger. Sora personally enjoyed the happy stories the wind told. "Thank you. I feel so much better now." Sora muttered quietly, giving a small smile.
"A-a bath would do me some good.." Sora squeaked, walking =into her private bathroom. She felt like she didn't deserve anything right now. She felt like a monster, just what she was called in her village. She couldn't shake how bad she felt, but she didn't know why. She wouldn't blame anyone, but her concious screamed her brother. It said it was her brother's fault. Riku too, suffered from a dragon spirit, but no one knew except for her family. Everyone knew about Sora, the pathetic younger twin.
Sora sniveled, turning on the foset for the bathwater. She slowly took off her wet clothing, watching a little steam rise from the water in the tub. She let out a sigh, slipping into the water, warmth rushing trough her body, her sad mood leaving almost automaticly. She did not feel anything but the warmth of the water, as if she was surrounded by people giving her hugs. Her dull, emerald eyes showed no emotions.
She slowly washed her hair, the sweet scent of lavender coming from the shampoo bottle. she rinsed her hair, bubbles forming in the water. Sora smiled, poking at the bubbles, popping one by one. She let out a relaxed sigh, finishing her bath. She pulled the plug at the bottom of the tub, water going down slowly. She took a towel and wrapped herself up, her hand runing through her hair, drying it quickly. Even though it wasn't wet, it was still shiny. Sora brushed her hair, putting a few clips in.
She walked back into her closet, smiling softly. She pulled out a grey, pleated skirt from a hangar, along with a white tank-top. Slipping on a pair of ankle boots, Sora walked out of her closet, Ayame and Hikari still asleep on their beds. She kissd them both on the forehead, causing them to move a little, but smile.
Sora plopped down on her bed, closing her eyes, listening to the wind that came through an open window. A wonderful thing, the wind was. It could tell a story of it's own, of sorrow, happiness, anger. Sora personally enjoyed the happy stories the wind told. "Thank you. I feel so much better now." Sora muttered quietly, giving a small smile.
