I can't feel emotion.
That has always been the case for me ever since I was born. Not once have I felt anything, neither did I care.
How can I care when I don't even feel anything?
Other than me, my twin brother Blaze is as lively as anyone can be. He smiles, cries and whines a lot. My parents adore him. He is everything they ever wanted:a normal child.
Yet they got me as an extra piece. It's not that they neglected me or so, but I could see it in their eyes and actions that they favoured my twin over me.
That's okay.
As I said, I don’t feel emotion. So I don't even feel hurt by it. It is what it is. I give much care to it and simply live my dull live.
However.. instead of being weirded out by me like everyone else, my twin never once saw me as any different than himself.
Sure he'd complained over my lack of reaction, but not once did he look at me as if I was something strange. Not belonging in this world. Not wanted.
Everyday he'd ruin my peace by barging into my room and dragging me out despite my protest.
I hate it.
I... hate it? ... how can I hate it? I don't know what emotion is---or feel like. Yet.. I hate it?
Years went by, and by now I completely shrugged that weird feeling. It's not like anything will change anyway.
Was what I thought before it happened. Before I could process what happened, my twin laid on the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
"... Blaze..?"I mumbled as people rushed to his aid.
My chest.. it hurts. I can't breath. I don't like it.
"P-prince..?"A maid stuttered, surprise plastered on her face.
Huh?
I touched my cheek and felt little droplets of water rolling down my cheeks.
Am I.. crying?
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A new AU once again 😃 and of course I have the urge to write it despite lacking plot- how nice 🙂