Asdfghjjkl, I'm back with anawtha cweepy, tragic, somethin' one-shawt :3
oknot, where did I get that language from? x'D
Okay, so, I got this idea from a dream I had. Which then, I find out that it turns out to be a real life story... or slt.
This'll be a short A/N, just to say hello, and that I'll start writing the new chapter for ABS soon!
Maybe I'll make this into an actual on-going story? Idfk. Your choice!
Sorry for any mistakes, I made this in a hurry :3
I hope you enjoy~!
P.S: I SUGGEST YOU LISTEN TO SOME SLOW VERSION OF STAY WITH ME AS YOU READ THIS. IT'LL GIVE YOU SOME FUCKING FEELS.
They're twins, they're blonde, and they hide a secret.
Lucy and Michelle are from Fiore. In Magnolia, the capital of their country, everyone knows them.
Ever since the moment they were created, they were together. But it isn't mutual love what joins them.
The first time they were seperated, placed on distant cribs, they cried at the top of their lungs.
The scandal was such, that the neighbours complained. And so, their parents let them sleep together hugging that night.
What they didn't imagine though, was that Lucy and Michelle would still be doing so for years.
Since little, they would always play alone; many tried to introduce them to other kids. Their teachers, neighbours, classmates; but it was all in vain.
Lucy and Michelle were always whispering secrets to each other, talking about magical places where nobody, except them, could go into:
Caves, trees, closets.
Everyone thought that at adolescence, they'd want to seperate from each other, at least a little bit.
But their bond only grew stronger, and so did their relatives' worriness.
"Children, why don't you get dressed and go out for a walk? I'm sure there are to be some boys wanting to meet you," their mother said once to them.
The shook their heads, "We're only beautiful looking at each other. We're our own little mirror." Lucy answered.
Were they so conceited, as to forget their own individuality?
The twins had gone mad. Her mother understood that once they asked for a dress in which they could fit together.
"Look, mom, what's more beautiful than two drops of orange juice?" Lucy laughed. This is it, her mother has had enough.
"Is it that you don't see, Lucy? Can't you see yourself? You're alone! You always have been!" her mother cried.
For the first time in her life, the young girl began to feel her sister wasn't beside her, that there wasn't anybody occupying the other sleeve of the white dress.
"Michelle, where are you?"
Lucy removed her dress, and wandered through the mansion, naked, searching for her sister.
She felt dizzy; she didn't hear her mother, or anybody at that matter. Suddenly, she noticed a bright paper lying on top of the table on the living room.
"Lucy Heartfilia, acute ASD and paranoid schizophrenia."
Then, she noticed something written by hand:
"Thinks she has a twin sister since birth."
"Imagine a part of you is fictitous, untrue ─ and everyone knows, except for you."
─End.