So this is a story about two sisters. They were close in age, couldn't tell how many years apart though. But they seemed nothing like sisters. They looked nothing alike. One had a curly fair hair, with an open and harsh personality. When she didn't like it, she said it bluntly. She was an expressive one. While the other was a quiet loner. She didn't talk much. Her straight and dark hair suited her personality well. And they didn't get along well. The curly one would complain and stated what was wrong with her sister, and the loner one would make an annoyed face and left her sister alone, cursing more stuff because of this attitude.
Until 2 guys came into their lives. Those 2 young men were not really close friends. They fought. But it didn't mean they hated each other. Or it was safe to say, they were closer to each other rather than the girls to each other. One was called Ichijou, and the other was called Nichijou. Even their names sounded more like brothers than the sisters'. They both were bright guys, though Nichijou's personality was more carefree than Ichijou. Soon, Ichijou dated the loner and Nichijou dated the curly sister. The four of them never fought after that. Whenever the atmosphere around the girls started to turn bad, their boyfriends would tag along, and part them so each couple could have a sweet date. Looking at the smile of their boyfriends, those girls couldn't help to fight again, even though they were still pissed to each other. But that was the beginning of the close relationships. And those four went like that until they got married.
Not too long after they got married, suddenly there was a news saying Ichijou had a sudden death. No one knew why he passed away. The first time everyone learned about it, no one believed it. Especially his wife. Until his dead body came arrive to their house. No one could deny the reality anymore. Everyone in the house was deeply saddened by the news. And they started to get busy preparing the funeral of Ichijou.
But the curly sister noticed something wrong. Her sister's face were far too calm for a person who had lost her beloved. She knew her sister was a loner and cold from the beginning, but it still felt wrong. So for the first time in their lives, she worried about her sister. She asked the loner whether she was okay or not. And without looking at her sister, she said she was. Like nothing happened, she continued to prepare the funeral. The curly sister was not satisfied with that answer, but she couldn't preach more. She stayed silent, and left the house of her sister with uneasiness in her heart.
That night, the loner came into the room where the body of Ichijou was placed. They had bathed him, put a make up on him, and white, clean, beautiful clothes so he looked so, so decent. So decent that it was hard to believe that he was dead. In fact, the loner sister didn't believe it. How could it be? Her husband just went to work. How come he came back home dead? No. Impossible.
Then she slipped into his futon. And the reality now struck her hard. Her love was dead. He left her alone. He would never be there for her in the future. She was sad. She was upset. So upset that she hit his chest hard. She blamed him. Why. How could he die. She couldn't accept that. She was shattered. She was crying, and screaming, and panting. But no sound came out at all. And no tears were shed. She just wrapped herself under the same warm blanket next to him, and held him tight. Just like usual. Just like every night they slept together. Just like he would get up like usual the next morning...
And believe me, this story is my dream today. Even the names came out in the dream. I added nothing to it. Just wrote them down. Such a depressing story. Made my mood gloomy as well, when I woke up.
This is not the first time I dream a short story like this.The other time, I let them be forgotten. But this time, I wrote them into a short story. It was a depressing story, but somehow I understand the feelings going around those four imaginary characters. Human's relationship is complicated after all, and death is a mystery. Imagine how going through that? I don't wanna know. Seriously.
That was what encouraged me to turn them into a written story. So there they are :)
