The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: 12 Forgotten

Main Character: Leah/Rose

Rating: K+

Word Count: 313


It'd been hours since I'd seen her. She was supposed to have been cleaning out the shelving in the garage, a task that should have taken less than an hour.

She normally couldn't go more than an hour without interacting with me. Nothing hurt her more than the weekend long camping trips with her siblings where I wasn't included.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Once in the garage, it appeared pristine-no signs of a struggle or fight. And no obvious signs of Rose.

I made my way around the cars, heading to the far wall that was supposed to have been straightened.

She was seated with her legs crossed under her, a book open in her lap. The closer I got, the more concerned I became. She was looking at the book but not. Her mind was a million miles away. A slight tremor racked her body. Shit, another flashback.

Nothing was worse than one of her PTSD episodes. And by the look of her reaction and the fact that she had been lost for hours, this wasn't a regular flashback. this was something new, something she had hidden away to protect herself at the time.

I pulled the photo album from her lap, removing the photo from her sight. I knew better than to touch her. I was able to heal quickly, but it would take forever for her to forgive herself. I didn't need to deal with the guilt on top of the new memory revealed to her.

"Rose, can you hear me?"

She startled and took air into her lungs. Her eyes met mine, venom pooling on the lower lids. "He loved me," Rose said in awe.

"Who? Who loved you?"

"My brother."

"Of course he did. He adored you as much as you adored him."

"Not my younger brother. My older one. I think."

She had an older brother?


Thanks to Tiramisue84 for reading this one over.