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"I remember when we were just kids. Going to school together, working on projects together, having lunch together, laughing together. But we never had that, did we? At age seven, I was already marked for death. We were at war the moment you came into our family (though the loathing was very much one-sided). The prophecy had spoken, and I cursed you out of foolish resentment. But resentment for myself, not you. Never you. I can never get mad or upset or angry at you. We reunited after over thirteen years of being apart. And what did we do? We fought. Not verbally but with blades and magic and the cursed abilities I had been gifted with via dark contract. We were feral; animals. Now I wonder how I fell for you. Literally. How I stumbled to one knee beneath your feet, bleeding from the many wounds afflicted by you, the chosen one. The prophecy stated that you would have to end my life, or I end yours. Instead, you saved us both. That prophecy had been a lie after all. But I regret accepting your bruised, soft hand. I regret spending time with you, I regret getting attached. I would have never gotten close if I knew our time would have been so easily cut short. You were the chosen one, the hero that would save the day. So how did you die? How? I... I can't believe it. I don't want to. But after holding your colorless body in my arms, it felt so real and so cold.
"I see you in dreams. Nightmares. It's a karma of sorts; having used nightmares to torment people in the past, it was now my turn.
"I miss you. I miss everyone lost along the way. I miss those peaceful evenings underneath the willow tree with you laid next to me. I miss those moonlit stargazing sessions you always adored. I miss your touch and your smile (that was the first time I ever felt true affection). But now, no one can hurt you. No one can cause you pain, or agony, or constant suffering. You are free. Free like you've always wanted to be. One day, I'll see you again. Maybe not this day or the day after, but soon. Soon, I hope. But not too soon. And that is not by choice."
Sincerely,
Your Blue Bird.

(P.S: "Say hi to my sister for me. I hope she's doing well up there with mother and father.")

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"I remember when we were just kids. Going to school together, working on projects together, having lunch together, laughing together. But we never had that, did we? At age seven, I was already marked for death. We were at war the moment you came into our family (though the loathing was very much one-sided). The prophecy had spoken, and I cursed you out of foolish resentment. But resentment for myself, not you. Never you. I can never get mad or upset or angry at you. We reunited after over thirteen years of being apart. And what did we do? We fought. Not verbally but with blades and magic and the cursed abilities I had been gifted with via dark contract. We were feral; animals. Now I wonder how I fell for you. Literally. How I stumbled to one knee beneath your feet, bleeding from the many wounds afflicted by you, the chosen one. The prophecy stated that you would have to end my life, or I end yours. Instead, you saved us both. That prophecy had been a lie after all. But I regret accepting your bruised, soft hand. I regret spending time with you, I regret getting attached. I would have never gotten close if I knew our time would have been so easily cut short. You were the chosen one, the hero that would save the day. So how did you die? How? I... I can't believe it. I don't want to. But after holding your colorless body in my arms, it felt so real and so cold.
"I see you in dreams. Nightmares. It's a karma of sorts; having used nightmares to torment people in the past, it was now my turn.
"I miss you. I miss everyone lost along the way. I miss those peaceful evenings underneath the willow tree with you laid next to me. I miss those moonlit stargazing sessions you always adored. I miss your touch and your smile (that was the first time I ever felt true affection). But now, no one can hurt you. No one can cause you pain, or agony, or constant suffering. You are free. Free like you've always wanted to be. One day, I'll see you again. Maybe not this day or the day after, but soon. Soon, I hope. But not too soon. And that is not by choice."
Sincerely,
Your Blue Bird.

(P.S: "Say hi to my sister for me. I hope she's doing well up there with mother and father.")