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Alright, because I'm bored, I've got all the time in the world, Hugrf asked about Lumaia's past, and this is a reason no one cares about, I present:

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This is the main event in Lumaia's life, the most significant one. Do be prepared because this isn't a bio, but rather a story of said event: Lumaia's sister and her death.

Let the games begin!

Stop there, and let me correct it; I want to live a life from a new perspective.

It's not fair, just let me perfect it, don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive.

As I walked along the sidewalk in the busied street, I allow my mind to wander. The cold weather bites my skin, pale as porcelain. I'm not sure which is worse: the grueling weather, or the fact I've got to get home on time? Both seem dreadful enough to me. The weather's the worst it's been in a long time, and my home is little more than a small flat shared between me and my sister, Lily.

Lily. Our mother loved the name, its syllables a sweet rhythm for broken ears. It was the name whispered in school, back when we were only young ones. She was always the school's most popular pupil, but she was so innocent, unlike everyone else who'd earned their popularity. I have to admit, it's odd that twins could be put at different... levels of said popularity. But I still loved Lily with all my heart, and I cling to her even now. She's a life (and love) source for me, and I enjoy the evenings we have at home when we can get them.

But never mind the sweeter things in life. The cold wind that now stabs my skin bitters the emotions inside, and I wrap my worn-down jacket even tighter around myself. I stop. There. A little snowflake, drifting by, perfect in all its glory. I stop to watch in wonder for a moment, fascinated by it. A bitter voice arises from the traffic jam nearby. Everything's bitter in this cold winter season, isn't it?

"Watch where you're going, you idiot!" the voice cries. I continue. The voice isn't any I recognize.

As I walk along the sidewalk, once more urged on by the need to reach my warm home, I approach where the voice was crying out. Intrigued, I watched the traffic until I caught my breath. There. Just there. It was a familiar car, going somewhere that was in common with my destination. My home.

It's Lily's car. Maybe I can get a ride, if I could just wave my hand and...

I stop.

Lily has made a wrong move in the traffic and I can only watch as another car rams into the driver's side. A loud cry of anguish escapes the hunk of metal that is her car. I scream her name and pull forward, but immediately stop as another treacherous car nearly rams into me. I wave at the driver and scream.

"Call 911! My sister's been hurt!" I manage. I'm surprised I'm not choking up with tears right now. The car that hit Lily's own car drives away in a hurry, as if nothing had happened.

I'm angry. An anger that was never meant to be balls up in my stomach. I want to scream, and shout, and bang on the walls of someplace that will never break, and keep myself contained, fighting to the death with a wall, entangled with myself, the fury driving me on. Before I know it, I'm at Lily's side. She's been badly hurt, and she's holding her side.

"Lumaia," she gasps, holding out her hands.

They're bloody.

I'm even more angered.

"Lily," I whisper. I can only just make out shards of glass from the car window lodged deeply in her arms. One catches my attention; it's a fairly large-sized shard, but it's stuck in her abdomen. "Lily, you're hurt," I manage. I try to keep calm, for Lily's sake, but she knows that the shard just is something she can't survive.

Can't.

Survive.

"I'm okay, Lumaia. Please. Just stay right here. I want to talk to you."

I waver a moment before replying. "Yes. Of course. Of course I'll stay and talk."

"Listen, Lumaia, you know it and I know it. I'm going to die, right here, right now. But I want you to listen, okay? Are you listening?"

I nod.

"You can't let this... let this stop you. You've got to go on and lead a normal life, okay? Don't... don't hurt anyone. Don't get into trouble. Don't do anything stupid. You know that. We've been taught this our whole lives, that's what school was, remember? Okay. Don't go into depression. Let this," she gestures to the scene around us, which no longer matters to me. All that matters is here and now, right where Lily is. "Be your motivator. It's what I want: you to be happier. No matter what," she finishes.

"I don't want to live a life that's comprehensive. I don't want to be the person that has the light on but just isn't working. Lily, come on, hang on until the ambulance arrives."

"No."

"Don't be stubborn. Now's not the time to be stubborn."

"No. Live life from a new perspective, Lumaia."

After a few minutes of quiet breathing, one labored and shallow, the other quick, Lily's eyes flicker. The ambulance wails in the background, but I pay no mind to the noises biting at my eardrums. I can only think of what her last words are, even though she's not dead. I wait to hear them, and she slowly speaks them.

"Live life from a new perspective."

And with that, she's gone. I close her eyes gently. It's what she'd have wanted, right?

But I'm not sure anymore. The loss is numbing.

I lie in bed, just staring at the ceiling. After Lily's death in her car with me by her side, it was all over the news. But they didn't care about Lily. Just the crash. That was all. There was nothing to Lily's death, to them, but a simple car crash in which an unlucky individual had passed on in. My breath hitches as I think of all the days, all the hours, all the minutes that I'd spent with Lily, and how they're all gone now. I will never hear that same person making coffee in the kitchen on a Saturday morning, ever. Losing a sister is like losing a limb.

"Live life from a new perspective."

I don't want to, I can't. I know what she meant by "new perspective," but what I'm thinking of right now probably isn't what she meant. I think of a world where people are twisted, and where people who have the power to do something say "People can be cruel."

No kidding.

I think of a world where people can't be trusted, where people do bad things, where humanity is doomed so far from what we can mentally grasp that there is no hope. There is no sympathy. A world where children will know no love, no mercy, and no compassion, and where people are put to slaughter because there's "No other choice" they say. Of course there isn't another choice. There never was, was there? Just a single choice, one choice is all you had. There's no sympathy, no mercy, no love, no compassion, no emotion. There is only the never ending bloodbath that is life, revenge after revenge, and it all started with a single death and

I didn't want this.

I didn't want this image, this stupid image, stuck in my head.

But it happened. And it happened to me. And I don't know why, but it makes me hate everyone.

...

I see life from a new perspective, Lily. Yes, I do.

A world where there is no love. Where it's all lies.

That is my new perspective.

I pack my bags, get dressed, braid my hair, pull on my boots, and leave. Simply leave. I'm not sure where I'm going, or why, but there's a haze in my mind that I don't care about. I leave. And embrace it.

I embrace my new perspective.

Are you happy?

Is this what you wanted, Lily, when you told me to live life from a new perspective on your deathbed?

I've fulfilled your dying wish.

I hope you're happy.

WHEW OKAY, WE'RE FINISHED.

I'm sorry if I scared you or made you sad in any way. Just channeling my character, I guesssssssssss.

I hope you enjoyed the story and learned a little something about Lumaia<3

Thanks for reading!

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