I look up at Ronin, taking
in his handsome features.
His white hair has grown
longer, reaching his
shoulders.
I notice that his red
eyes look vibrant,
and I can’t recall them
ever looking that way
before—all of this.
“So….after I died, what
happened? Did you miss
me?”
I tease, gently pulling
away from our hug.
Ronin shrugs,
“I don’t know how to
explain it. The process
of your passing, along
with setting this place
up, was challenging.”
He sure does look
troubled.
Which can only mean
terrible things must
have happened.
“Is seeing the ghostly
remains of Nina and
Ami a part of this?”
I ask Ronin, who merely
chuckles.
“I would be lying
if I said no.”
He admits
with a grin.
A sweet smile
forms on my
lips,
turning into
a wicked grin
as Ronin and I
walk over to the
mirror together.
Our reflections
are beautiful
yet not really
beautiful.
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