He looked in horror as a gentle wind blew away a gray dust. His eyes lifted to watch it soar before his knees hit the ground. To some, dust all looked alike. But to the ones who knew the owner of the dust, well. They know quickly who it once was. To know that he wasn't the only one feeling this way didn't help. In fact, it made it worse. He was feeling awful and depressed and yet, he didn't know him that well. The remaining dust formed into a monster of whom the prince mourned and it waved sadly before leaving with the rest of the pile.
Asriel bolted upright, panting. He took a moment to take in his surroundings and breathed a long breath. Reality settled and his face shifted downcast. They were really gone. He looked across the room to see if he had woken up his sibling. Surprisingly, their bed was empty and the blankets were thrown to the wooden floor. He began to move in a quick manner, suddenly fearful for his sibling. Running out the door, he began to search the rooms. They weren't snuggling with mom and dad. Nor were they in the kitchen for a late night chocolate bar. And certainly not in the living room reading a book. Asriel panicked and race downstairs to the castle. He ran and ran until he noticed a head of thick, brown hair. He mentally cheered and rushed to see if they were okay. They turned their head around and peered at him curiously.
"Hey Asriel.. whatcha doing awake?" Chara's soft voice came out. The prince looked at them strangely. "Me? What about you? You're the one in the garden at midnight!" They grinned and patted the spot beside them. "What's wrong Az? You seem pretty stressed." He sighed. This human could read like a book. . "Hey Chara. ." he began slowly, proceeding his words carefully. "Yes Azzy? They looked at him with bright, red eyes. He had already began to calm down in his sibling presence. "Why do the best people always die?" Their eyes darkened and he wondered if he had said something wrong. With a small frown they replied, "Well, lemme ask you something." He nodded quickly, awaiting the question. If he was lucky, it would be a riddle! "When you go to a garden, what kind of flowers do you pick?"
He thought and he thought before speaking, "Why, I always pick the brightest, prettiest, and greenest for mommy!" Chara smiled lightly at his sweet innocence, "And which ones are those?" Asriel looked at their eyes and gave a message with his own. "Um, duh? The best ones, of course!" His sibling smiled sadly. "Exactly." Asriel furrowed his eyebrows, "Say that again?"
Chara's eyes glistened. "The best flowers are always picked first."