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ANALYSIS

I used a scene from Teen Wolf to draw inspiration. It's from a very emotional scene during season two and that's all I'm saying. Also, we'll be seeing Kilorn's POV next chapter. So any theories or questions will be answered (mostly). I will also be doing a more in-depth Analysis. But I still want to hear your thoughts on what you think happened. So stay tuned!

Also, please don't hate me.

Song Suggestion: Imagine (Cover) by Pentatonix

JULIAN

It's just before sundown when I spot her in her usual spot. Her vibrant red hair still in a tail and another piece of cloth in her hands. The youngest Barrow sits on the same bench every day just before dinnertime. I see her every day as I go home to Sara from the base's archives.

Gisa with the same perfect posture and both legs firmly on the ground.

"What are you working on, this time?" I say as I approach.

She looks up with dark eyes, but they are almost always filled with light. "Hey, Julian," she smiles. "More flags. Always flags. What they do with them, I have no idea."

Gisa shifts her bag filled with an assortment of threads, needles, and strips of cloth. I sit next to her like I always do. "I imagine we'll be needing a lot more after today," I say.

Gisa wrinkles her nose at the thought. "Fun," she replies sarcastically. I can't help but smile. When I first met Gisa I had thought she was so different from Mare. Whereas her older sister comes off as opinionated, stubborn and rough at the edges, Gisa is the exact opposite. Kind, polite and charming. But after getting to know her I see the similarities more clearly. Gisa keeps most of her thoughts and feelings held close and guarded. But she is also just as stubborn and caring.

"How are you doing, Gisa."

She returns her gaze to back to her stitching, which has become more graceful since Sara healed her hand.

"Fine. Oh and my dad is getting close to walking on his own. And I'm pretty my brother Bree has got himself another girlfriend."

"Another," I raise an eyebrow.

"We Barrow's are heartbreakers," she smiles.

I let the reference slide. Cal has barely spoken about his fall out with Mare and I doubt Mare has done differently.

"I'm ready for all this to be over," Gisa breathes.

Instead of agreeing I ask, "Why?"

Her hands cease for a moment before continuing again. "I want my sister back," she speaks softly.

"Oh?"

"Mare's always been a black sheep, but lately...sometimes I barely recognize her. She's not like she used be."

"It's impossible to not change after what she's gone through."

"I know but...she's been so distant lately she'll randomly space out. Like she's not even there. And then at night...Sometimes I wake to her saying my brother's name."

"Shade."

"She still blames herself, I don't know how to help."

What Gisa describes brings me back twenty years. I remember how closed off Cori was. The way she would hide within herself. The way people talked about her forced to shut others out. And she paid the price for it.

"Just be there," I say. "I let my sister close herself off and there's not a day that goes by that I wish I had taken the time to just...the point is there is a time when you should give Mare some distance and times when you shouldn't."

"And how will I know which one?"

"You'll know."

Gisa nods. She opens her mouth to say more but her attention

Sisters indeed.

"Oh, there's Kilorn, it's getting close to dark," she picks up her stuff and carefully places it in her bag. "I'll see you later, Julian."

"And I you."

She flashes a genuine smile before walking away.

I watch as she makes her way towards Kilorn and they walk side by side as they turn a corner.

I gather the books I had brought with me from the archives. As I compile them into a neat stack I notice the absence of my notebook. I must have forgotten it in on one of the shelves. I quickly glance at my watch.

Sara will be waiting. But then again...it'll be just a few minutes, she'll understand.

I take my stack of books and pick up my pace towards the Archive Building. I'm halfway there when I hear a blood-curdling scream coming from the street Gisa and Kilorn were heading down. I set my pace faster in that direction to further investigate. As I round the corner I see Gisa gripping onto Kilorn's arms.

"No!" I can't see the expression on their faces from this distance. Only Gisa frantically shakes her head as Kilorn seems to make futile attempts to calm her. "No! Kilorn, no."

She sways like her legs can no longer support her. Kilorn pulls her to him. I can't hear what he says but Gisa's sobs are clear.

"What happened," she cries. And my heart breaks.

Kilorn cradles her in his arms and she cries into her his chest. Her laments become muffled all except one.

"She was supposed to come back."