Looks like the real thing. Fake Plastic Trees ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 2:21 Radiohead

You knew all about your brother’s sister. The one who died tragically after becoming a hunter, the one who promised she would come back to him.

It still lingered in his mind, still stained his thoughts even as he looks at you.

She died years ago, yet he couldn’t forget Bianca’s eyes. Bianca’s voice. Bianca’s touch.

He loved his sister, and she loved him.

It hurt for her not to be here with you, for her not to comfort him as she used to when he was 11.

Even now, as he stands with you, he can’t help but remember her.

It was a casual conversation. Easygoing, honest, teasing.

A bit of banter.

When all of a sudden, his voice ring out through y’all’s two laughs.

“Shut up, Bianca.”

That sentence immediately made both of y’all go silent, a twisting feeling in his chest as he watching your smile fall at her name.

He hated the sight of your happiness fading because of him. Hated watching you slowly dissolve into a sad state just because he saw her in you.