The mirror me stared back as I carefully did my tie up, fingers deftly wounding the thin, smooth material round and round my collar. After swiftly pulling the end through the hole in the tie and adjusting it so that it stayed straight down my torso, I put on my blazer, not bothering to button up and looked at myself at the mirror once more, making sure not a stain or wrinkle was present on my clothes.
After all, all the daughter of this family had to do was keep up appearances and make out that there was nothing wrong with this family. Read more
“It’s my fault…It’s all my fault!” Read more
Lucena stared up from the balcony at the sky, which was slowly turning from blue to a striking peach and yellow hue as the sun finally started to set on Rome after many hours. Read more
Talia spotted him from above, the familiar broad, majestic black wings protruding from his back. Of course she would be able to recognise them; they were like her own, only much larger, much more mature. But he was anything but mature at this moment, in Talia’s eyes anyway. Read more
I watched as Shiro came towards me, with a bouquet of flowers, a birthday card and a plate of rice balls with pickled Japanese plum on top of them. Shiro smiled, “Hello, Mare.”
“Hello, sister.” I greeted in return. Read more