The sudden shifts of the elder’s moods were ones that constantly caught the red-haired off guard, her arms lifted slightly that her hands meet her chest, forming small fists against herself on a reflex to defend herself, cover herself like a child would shield themselves with a blanket for the monsters to go away. A-yeon hasn’t seen her in years– and under such strange circumstances, she’s not sure how to respond to her behavior. What an odd reunion.
Hearing her response only made her uneasiness grow at a higher pace, eyes not being able emerald eyes not being able to make stable contact with the ones that paralleled them, darting all over the place. The flowers, the beautiful pavement, the beautifully decorated mansion that felt… off putting. It was almost as if… she’s been put under this sort of situation before. Not exactly, something like this. but it’s at the tip of the tongue that it threatens to fall off, an answer she felt was undefinable.
One thing for sure, she didn’t feel safe. She didn’t feel like the sister she knew who Byeol would lean on to whenever she had fits of endless tears, the one who would offer her warm comfort that everything was going to be all right, and that one day they will be saved soon for the darkness of their life. It was frightening, knowing the person behind the mask is the very same one she knew from all those years ago.
“But..” She swallowed, dropping her hands softly in front of her, clasping with each other. She was uneasy; but she was a woman of her words.
“You can’t– you can’t convince someone they need help. They need to know it themselves they need help. Because.. well..” Oh god… why is she hesitating. She wasn’t like this with her friends and new family she cherish so much. Why is she hesitating.
‘I think of it this way.. If I don’t see I have an problem with myself, how am I.. how am I going to know I have a problem ? I’d be.. I’d be angry if someone was adamant on telling me I had an issue.” She would know. Many times in her life was she told repeatedly that there was something wrong with the red-head and her behavioral, withdrawal tendencies, that A-yeon didn’t want to hear and didn’t want to come in terms with it, thinking if she had her sister with her none of this would happen. Granted, she felt awful with how she treated everyone around her by the time she came in terms with it; but it was a slow process on her part that had to be made.
She fixes her eyes back to the blonde. Though she’s standing her own feet, she was finding it hard to keep her stance.
“I know..” I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you, she wants to say. I wanted to be happy seeing you too, she wants to scream so badly. She wants to scream.
‘You were always so... so sweet.’ Rika smiles, reflective, though on the inside she’s experiencing a turmoil. Her own sister has yet to understand what she’s worked several years to build. The RFA’s swayed her more than Rika’s imagined, so much so that her own sister is looking at her like an alien- like a shell of a person. The Savior, in her renowned glory and graceful attire, is not a shell but a newly bloomed perennial after a season of toil. And as this awoken, newly bloomed fauna, she must help those who are wilting, yes?
‘It’s okay that you don’t understand.’ She places an assuring hand along her loved ones shoulder. Though her sister’s eyes flick back and forth Rika’s remained steadfast, locked onto Ayeon’s with a sincerity that shows. ‘I wouldn’t expect you to adjust so easy, Byeol.’ A pause. ‘Ah, --- A-yeon.’ Yes, the name THEY call her. The adjustment is far more difficult than she expects.
‘Some people just don’t know they have problems until ... until we have them realize it. Sometime’s they’re angry at first, but we understand that, and we help them. She keeps walking, yet her gentle hand stays ‘pon A-yeons slim shoulder. She can tell it carries the weight of many sins, and she frowns just a bit.
‘I just want you to try and trust me. I’m still your sister ... would I ever hurt you?’
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