A/N: Oh dear another drabble. I maybe on the steep path to drabbledom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa Chronicles but I have been staring at Fai and Kurogane keyrings longingly.
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She's alone in the dark savouring the memory, relishing the minute details, even though it brings an empty void. A hollow sensation of loss.
How many times had they bickered over the years? Called each other names? She use to run away from him like he was a problem. Like there was something she wanted to escape to.
But why? What could have been so important?
She remembers how tall he had seemed after their father died and how he firmly pressed her hand in his own as they laid their king to rest. Even though she had felt so small, almost lost amongst hundreds who came to pay their respects, that hand had kept her grounded. He'd taken on the role of King and father that day but he never stopped teasing her; tugging her hair or telling her how fat she was bound to get as reached for something sweet.
It's almost funny how it wasn't until she lost her memory that she fully understood the role he had played in her life. How much she longed to see her brother again now that they are worlds apart.