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Akira Anderson is no stranger to grief.
It's a beast she's known since she was sixteen, sitting in a hospital waiting room all by herself, a doctor's condolences ringing in her ears. We're sorry about your loss, if there's anything we can do... all of the well-meaning words fall flat in the loss of her twin sister. Akari Anderson had been alive forty-three minutes ago. How can she be dead now when she was just joking around with her?
Their parents bragged about their names their entire lives, thinking themselves clever for the matching meanings: bright light. The sisters had always rolled their eyes, tired of hearing about their names and the meanings and history tied to them, but Akira understands the significance now.
