I took his hand and tugged at its still form. "You're out of my reach, Raiden. You're closer to heaven and my hand can't touch your hand anymore, let alone your face. No matter how hard I fly, I can't seem to reach you.
You get farther when I get closer, and we're stuck in the same distance. Close to me but untouchable.
My wings burn, fluttering hard to get to you. Your tears fall, and land gracefully on my cheeks, their coldness tracing my face.
Crying with the tears of a loved one is much harder than crying with your own.

Soft clouds broke us apart, and then I realised how I've never wished for something so serene to disappear. I don't care about the world and how they see us, nor do I care about how you see us or see yourself.
We broke those chains long ago, and little did I know, that with breaking them, you'll float away. And I'm just weighed down by so much, that my flight can't get me to you." I looked at his sunken sad eyes. "You'll never be mine" I said lastly.

He squeezed my hand, and just like that, it was as if he squeezed my heart. I lifted it gently and kissed it.

A few minutes later, his eyes opened, and the doctors flew in at my command.

But at the same time, doctors rushed to another room. They looked panicked and on high alert.

Luna Dubois had passed away.

I cursed audibly.

Yes, she was devious. And yes, she was icky, but in the end, she did what was right. She helped me get to Raiden in time, albeit a bit too late.

I walked through the dimly lit corridors of the hospital, feeling them tightening as I pushed towards the last room in the hall I was in. Raiden's room.

The thought of walking down lines of hospital rooms made my skin crawl, bringing the memory of a poem I've read to the tip of my tongue.

It was a poem about life and death

A story of revival and a last breath

It was a poem about escaping eternity

With strikes of rage and cruel calamity

A soul is gone with the birth of another

The death of a sister with the rebirth of a lover

That's how life passes on

Through pain and through suffer

To keep a balance of what's above

With a crow of midnight

And a daylight dove.

It was true, Luna had died. But Raiden was reborn from her ashes.

"I was yours the day you saved me." Raiden spoke when I was back in his room. He heard what I said.

"You remembered?" I asked his tired figure.

"Sir I'm gonna have to escort you outside as the patient must not be bothe-" the nurse started but she was cut short by Dr. Grayson.

He thankfully let me stay, telling her that everything's well and functioning correctly. Though he did tell me not to take long, and he looked like he'd seen this scene before.

"I remember," he said, his eyes closed and breath shallow. "You saved me from them m, took me to the hospital in your Mercedes. I can't believe I sat so many times in that front seat and didn't recall it." he was getting teary eyed, and his voice was not too steady.

"It was the first time I drive it, and it was to get you to safety."

"And you did. You always do...and I know I don't... I don't say it aloud...but I've always had the belief... that you'd hold my back if I fell...not only my hand." he spoke in intervals, obviously struggling to speak.

His words made me so emotional that I had to concentrate on my breathing. Had he not been so tired and shot, and had I not been discreet about our relationship, I would've joined him in the white, sanitation smelling bed, like some two lovestruck teenagers finding themselves in each other.

"How's Aiden... And... And everyo-"

"He's okay," I rubbed my thumb over his cold hand. "Aiden's being treated for his cuts. I learned that they're all superficial, nothing deep. Harken was forced to torture him, but he seemed to know what he was doing."

His eyes were closed and I thought he fell back asleep. "And the rest?" he asked.

I decided to not mention Luna till later. He didn't need to know about her death. He has dealt with too much as is.

"Harken is in the rehabilitation wing. He's not injured from the shoot-down as he is from the drugs they'd been abusing him-" his hold on my hand softened and then I was sure he was asleep. I went ahead and lifted the hair off his forehead and kissed it, then left the room.

Major Alder was checking on his team of officers taking statements from those who've been there or witnessed the accident. Though he exchanged knowing glances with dad.

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At Luna's funeral, her dad was at the height of sadness. His relationship with his daughter was so pure and fun, and then suddenly he lost her with the blink of an eye.

They weren't well off, with their only source of income being Café Solitude. But even that café was dying slowly and eventually it was put up for sale.

Raiden had been working there for merely one day when I bought it.

I bought it for him.

I paid Monsieur Dubois more than he requested to make sure it doesn't get outbid.

As they lowered her sarcophagus, her dad sobbed even harder, consoled by who seemed to be his sister.

After giving our condolences, I rocketed back to the hospital.

I went straight to Raiden's ICU, but he wasn't there. I panicked promptly, but it was unjustified. He was moved to a regular room.

I entered to find the room perfectly symmetrical.

Two white beds with two brown identical twins. The only thing different was that Raiden's side had a tall, lean figure. She was dressed in a formal attire, heels and all, but her face was wearing the motherly attire.

I shook her hand. She was surprisingly nice and calm, which was very strange considering how she was always either angry or riled up.

Both of the Haile twins were asleep, which lead to an awkward moment lingering in the room.

"I don't know what to say, Thomas. I don't want to sound off as pesky, and I certainly didn't want our meetings to be in the most uncomfortable situations," she gestured at the room we were in. "But, first things first." she looked at Raiden, who was the more damaged copy of the twins. "He is hurt. I don't want him to hurt any more than he already is."

She tried to sound calm, but her words were boiling with poison. I couldn't blame her.

"Ms. Haile I-"

"Tina" she interrupted.

"Ms. Tina," I corrected. "the last thing I want to do is hurt Raiden. As fragile as he looks like, and I'm sorry, but he has been my rock for years, and I think it's about time I become his rock."

I approached Raiden, lifted the hair off his forehead and kissed it. Then I plucked off the handkerchief from my suit and put it in his hand.

I excused myself to check on MY brother. My newly identified brother.

I was going insane.

Scarlet wasn't my sister.

Raiden was in the hospital.

Luna was dead.

Harken was my brother.

Blake was awaiting his trial.

And it was only me keeping that web connected at the middle.

How was I supposed to remain sane with all what I was going through?

Sure I wasn't injured like they were, but some pain is more than something to be contained in a hospital bed.

A/N: Now that this difficult chapter is over, the rest should come quicker. (not much left only a couple of chapters).