Here's one that doesn't really have a definite time period but it adds character. At least I think so :)
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Drabble #3 The red ribbon
The weary ghost stared at the blood red ribbon that laid in his pale white hands.
The ribbon represented so, so much. The tie to this world and not the next, his old life, his promise. But to him the only thing he could see was Mana's death. After all, without Mana's death the ribbon wouldn't embody those things, no, it would represent his happiness. His happiness of having a family, of being loved, of having a place to call home. But now, there was just death staining it.
They had stolen his own life, Mana's, and countless others. They had even stolen death itself from him.
That was why he had to stop them even if that meant wearing a mask that didn't even fit properly on him. It only fit on Mana, but he was dead so Red had taken up the burden of placing it on his grotesque face if just to cover up the fact that his own mask was broken. It had been broken long before Mana had ever entered in his life.
It had been broken when he had taken up the name Red. When he had realized that the world that he lived in didn't care about anyone, it just cared about who had the power to do so.
Mana had put the pieces of Red back together but when he had been killed, that too had shattered until the only façade left was Mana's.
So until he finally met his end, he would keep acting out Mana part because why would Red's part matter, he was just a lowly orphan that didn't have a place in the world. He didn't even exist, he was invisible, he was ghost. But Mana wasn't, Mana had a part to play.
So play, he shall.
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