We did fight often when we were kids, particularly over who gets to use the TV. We never agreed on which show was better than which and would argue over which characters are cuter and stronger. We would hurt each other if we ever said anything unintentionally mean to each other. Let's just set all these aside. Me and Len are actually inseparable. We had always cared for each other. We laugh together, we cry together, basically anything any sibling pair should do. Though we did fight a lot, it doesn't mean we hated each other. It just meant we didn't agree on some very simple things. I never doubted that Len would ever stop loving me. Nor did I.

It was just a normal evening, where it was the time for me and Len to clean up a bit. I walked into the kitchen. There was Len, wiping the counter

"Oh! Hi Len!" I said cheerfully.

"Hey Rin." Len replied with a smirk. "It's the time again to get cleaning."

"Does this mean I get to vacuum again?" I asked.

"Yes! Definitely! You are very good at it!" Len agreed.

I went to the living room to fetch the vacuum cleaner. Gee, Len really likes the way I vacuum. He always complains over the vacuum not reaching certain places and only lets me do it because he "can't do it". I mean, is it really hard to just navigate it under a table? I doubt it. But yeah, I went to get the vacuum. When I pressed the button, a loud yelling noise came from it. Now don't go thinking any horror stuff when I described the sound from the vacuum cleaner as yelling, because that's NOT how the story goes. Have you ever heard a regular vacuum cleaner? It's that sound that comes from it, the kind of sound that makes you have to shout at one another just to get a full comprehension on what they're saying. Oh, was I going on a bit too much about the vacuum cleaner? Sorry about that, but you get the picture. It did yell, and like I said, don't think of it as a really harsh noise or a monstrous growl.

The vacuum cleaner was so loud, that Len was cringing at it. I just proceeded to vacuum the bits that were all over the carpet.

"Am I doing a good job?" I asked Len.

"Yes! You certainly are! Keep it up, sis!" Len cheered.

My god, Len talks to me as if I should be granted the Best Vacuumer Award. I just pushed it towards the dining table, trying to make it eat up the bits that were surrounding the table. I thought I was doing awesome! I knew Len was gonna be proud of me. However, this was the part when it hit me. When I was trying to vacuum where Len was, I accidentally bumped into him and he dropped a cup he was going to put away. It hit the floor with a crash.

Len looked at the glass mess on the floor. Then he turned to me.

"What have you done?!" he yelled.

I took a few steps back. Why was he yelling at me at this time?

"I thought you weren't gonna mess up on vacuuming! And you made me drop this cup!"

"Len, I didn't mean to bump into you, I just was trying to reach from under there!" I tried to confront.

"Oh, really? Huh? How come you've always been good enough to not do something like this? You literally are someone who doesn't let me get hurt! That glass could have split my skin open!"

"It was just an accident!"

"You know better than to knock something down in which seemed really harmful! I can't believe you!"

"Please Len, don't be like this. It was just a little mistake, okay? It was only-"

"Mistake nothing!"

"But-"

"Mistake nothing! Why do you call your little act a 'mistake'? Did you want to hurt me? Is this what you wanna do to me?" I could see the redness in Len's face. That was such a bad sign that he was going to just cut me out of his life. I knew I couldn't just respond because he would just say more stuff that I had always heard from when I would watch drama movies or read sad books.

"Oh, so you have no words? Well, right, because I don't want to talk to you ever again! Have fun living on your own in this house with nobody to comfort you, nobody to care for you, and nobody to look after your little body! So long, you little wuss!" He turned his back to me and walked away. I heard the front door open and shut. I went upstairs to my room, tears dripping out of my eyes. I curled up in my bed, letting out great sobs. There was nobody down to barge in my room and tell me to stop crying, because it was only me. I was allowed to wail as much as I wanted. I remembered all the times Len and I had together. How much we've cherished each other. How much we laughed together.

I just wished that this was all a dream. Len would never betray me like this. He's always given me love and support. He never seemed to grow tired of me, no matter how much I've clung to him. Now this day was different. It was as if he doesn't want to be near me anymore. All these words he yelled to me seemed to echo in my brain. Now my eyes were hurting, my head was beating, and my nose burned. But I didn't care. I just cried with every breath I could catch. I just wanted this to be a bad nightmare. I cried for god knows how long until I drifted to sleep.

What time was it?