3rd June, 2015
Dear YOU. Before you continue reading this story, I want to point out a few important things. This work is fairly old, and I'm not a native English speaker. Over the years however, I have improved a lot. I think other writers will agree with the feeling of wanting to hide when it comes to their old works, but at the same time, I do take pride in my improvement. I also don't want to take my works down, because I know some people enjoyed them regardless back in the day.

So please just be aware that what you're about to read does not at all portray my writing abilities today. Thank you, and enjoy!


Prologue

Those eyes... they had been pleading for help. Despite how obviously I could see that, I hadn't questioned her. I hadn't offered my help. After all, she is Mion; our stubborn, strong and proud club leader. If that girl ever got trouble, certainly she wouldn't want to talk about it. At very least, not with me. Of course I don't know if she opens her heart to her sister; perhaps it's likely, but it doesn't seem very "Mion" to me.

...but.. then...

What does seem like "Mion"?

As I ask myself that question, I suddenly realize that I've never considered Mion could be sad. I've always seen her as that happy-go-lucky tomboy, a girl with a bright smile on her face and a dirty mind, happy and energetic. Yet... those eyes... They had been filled with sorrow and fear. She had been looking at me for so long in school, only taking her eyes off me when she saw I looked back. During the club activity, a simple game of old maid, she had been so distracted that she messed up the game itself. Everyone knew something wasn't right, but I had been the only one she had directly stared at. Shion had been convinced that her twin was coming down with a fever, but those eyes...

Those soft, torqoise eyes. Filled with agony and terror, glistening with unshed tears. And I hadn't done anything about it. It was so obvious she had wanted to talk to me. But why hadn't she..? She talked to me daily; why couldn't she open her mouth and say what she wanted to say? Had she wanted to speak with me... alone? Then why hadn't she dragged me into a corner or something? It wasn't that hard...