I often did like to think about my life if I-we- had been born into a loving ordinary family. Frankly, I would feel wistful thinking of her presence to whom I longed for. My little sister. Mother denied me any sort of proper maternal love, then again, that woman was never quite capable of love and, if she was, then, she had killed that a long time ago, along with her humanity. Of course, she didn't just deny me that, she denied her that as well.

I suppose if I were to tell her story, it would go like this:


I had a little sister

I've never seen her face

And she never had a name


No, my little sister never had a name and with all the destruction I've caused and endured, I feel it isn't truly my place to give her one and, if it was, what name would I have given her? Anyway, her story is also my own and my wishes I would have adored for her to have. Of course, I will have had to finish the story.


I had a little sister


Yes, I did have a little sister but she was taken away from me


If only you were born into an ordinary family

We would've eaten together

And we would have played together

And sometimes we would have fought, too

We would have walked holding hands


Ironically, silently, I pretend she is there and that I am bickering with her over something trivial. Of course, that is what sisters do and I always wished she was by my side. I always dreaded being alone and feeling incomplete.


Mother

She threw you away like trash


I wish she had thrown me away, too. As i mourn my little sister, I would hope that she would hear me, hear my thoughts narrating our story.


It went on for too long

Little sister of mine

I've been fighting myself

Without showing my true feeling to anyone


To my surprise, I was to find out something I had never quite expected, not in the eighteen years I had been here.


Alone...

I thought I was alone


All this time, I had never known.


I thought I was alone

I really thought...

No..

This can't be...


Is my mind playing tricks on me? Matoi, are you...?


Close...


"Kiryuuin," Matoi says, "Why...?" My question was to be answered...


I see

All this time...


All this time, I didn't know and neither did she...


We've fought together

We were so close...


I gripped her in a tight embrace, an embrace I've missed, yet didn't know but yearned for.


I had a little sister...