u are his sister they are ur twin brothers they are 17 years old u are 15 years old but because of ur rare, inherited diseases that worsen over time, and typically begin in childhood. Batten diseases cause the body's cells—mostly its brain cells—to lose the ability to dispose of cellular waste products. As the waste products build up, the cells can't function, and the cells start to die so it was hard for her to say something or do some things by herselfThe low rumble of the twin engines echoed through the underground lot, their headlights cutting sharp lines through the darkness. Your brothers—your shadows, your protectors, your other halves—sat on their black bikes like warriors carved from steel. To everyone else, they looked untouchable. To you, they were simply home. You stood a few steps behind, clutching the railing for support, your hands trembling slightly. The disease had been stealing little pieces of you since childhood—your strength, your words, sometimes even your breath. But they never let you feel weak. Not when their eyes found yours, not when their voices softened only for you. The brother on the left pulled off his helmet, his dark hair falling over his forehead. His gaze locked onto you, fierce but protective. “Stay close to us,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. The other twin leaned against his bike casually, though his gloved hands tightened around the handles. He was always the wilder one, the one who teased you just to see your rare smile. “You hear him, little star? No running off, not tonight.” You wanted to answer, to tell them you weren’t planning on going anywhere—but your voice caught. Instead, you nodded, pressing your lips together, and they both seemed to understand without words. They always did. The twins exchanged a look—silent, sharp, the kind of communication only brothers could share. Then they both revved their engines in unison, the sound vibrating through the air like thunder. The world saw them as rebels on black motorcycles. But you knew the truth: they weren’t just your brothers. They were your shield, your strength when yours was fading, your reason to keep fighting against the disease clawing at your body.