So, umm. Hi? Pleasedontkillme.
I finally updated, yay? And, uhh... I'm still writing this without an actual layout sooo yeah. Changing things a bit, as you can see. I actually had a sudden inspiration last night when I was half-asleep.
It's always when I'm half-asleep. Bah.
Everybody had things, you see. Things they'd rather not be made public.
Secrets, as most would say.
Me? I simply refer to them as 'Stories'. Because that's what they are, aren't they? Stories; stories too painful, too dark or too embarrassing to be made public. Some I call 'Gifts', such as the birth or a conception of a child. The rest I think of as 'Memories' for the nostalgia and silent joy they hold. The remaining? I refer to them as 'Taboo'.
And I suppose that my Story is a mixture of Memories and Taboo.
Bear in mind, though, that the story I'm about to tell you is true, it has happened and not a single part of it is fiction. With that said, I pray that you still think the same of me after listening.
I prefer to begin in the middle, because that's where all the important parts are isn't it?
It all began when I was eighteen. That was the first time I met him, to be honest.
Who? Why, who else if not he?
Vongola Decimo; Sawada Tsunayoshi…
My younger brother.