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YENNEFER | The Witcher 3

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FOX TWINS

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     ‘ so, what’s your story? ’ 40th time’s a charm.

     his eyes laid themselves on her, the two exchanging glances under the drooping sun. in the humble rays of dusk, one would think of the world as something peaceful, even for a few minutes. and yet, the questioned drew her away from him, eyes wandering out in the open horizon and past the infected pieces of the metropolis. yakumo could only gaze, fascinated by yamina’s odd behavior. it was always like this. one question, and he found himself staring at a  brick wall, uninterested in answering. she was aloof and reserved, more than anyone he had come across yet, so awfully distant compared to the other comrades he had taken liking to. he wasn’t sure if he admired that about her, or not, for could one truly trust those with secrets?

     a sigh emerged, shoulder shrugging. ‘ it’s fine, you don’t have to --- ’

     ‘ i’m looking for my sister. ’ 

     surprise blossomed, yakumo taken aback by the response. it had been a while since he had heard her voice now, their conversations usually halted by monsters. ‘ we got lost when our ---’ thoughtfulness. for whenever yakumo thinks he has managed to crack his way into her thoughts, she closes the window on him and chases him off, much like a cat wanting to intrude on a home that doesn’t belong to them. she shoos, though only with silence, shuffling her words around so no one can trace her train of thought.

    ‘ --- our paths got interrupted. now i am looking. it’s been a while since i have seen her, but i hope to see her again, someday. ’ it made him wonder about the rings around her neck, eyes falling to them. two. they were closely intertwined, though not locked around one another. could it possible be her sister’s? 

     he nodded. ‘ let’s hope we find her then.

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     ‘ don’t you remember me ? ’

     her eyes laid dead in front of me, torn with confusion and fear there they wandered, left to right, up and down, as if she had come to forget everything about us and what we had. to this bloody woman, i had become a ghost, a stranger haunting her grounds. and here i thought differently; i thought she would have remembered, i prayed that she would remember. it was all i had done from the second we drifted apart, and she set her eyes on the journey no one was allowed to follow. to my greatest demise, my hopes and prayers had fallen on silent ears, yamina’s memory lost to the void she had feared. oh, i could only hold my breath in sheer terror of what was to come from her in response. had she lost her mind? had it all gone to waste? i wondered, for it was all i could do. 

     ‘ yamina, ’ i tried again, voice cracking with every try. ‘ please. ’ at this rate i felt my throat clench up, eyes burning with the sensation of tears that pressed on, begging to be let go of. alas, my faltering expression, the smile i held onto for her sake; what was the purpose of a smile, if she felt no attachment to that? our memories had gone to waste, faded in front of her fingers.

     ‘please.’ i felt so desperate (i was desperate).

     and in her lips i saw a quiver, hands at ease there they held around the giant weapon. hope. maybe there was still hope. maybe, just maybe, she found pieces of herself in the sadness in my eyes, the cracking expression brought forth by the devastating grief her hesitation brought with it. oh, i wanted to cry, but i couldn’t no, not yet, for i had to remain strong, if not for me, then for her. she was here again. home. in front of me and she --- stared. so. awfully. long. please, i whispered again, and this time i couldn’t hold my tears back. one by one by they followed down my cheeks, the fists by my raising in open hands, displaying my very broken heart on  my sleeve. for i cried, and i cried over her, over what we had lost and the prayers i had sent without response. under yamina’s hesitation, i found my body crumbling on itself, shattered by the heavy burden of her glance. she didn’t recognize me. 

     for her love was gone; ‘ i’m sorry, but i don’t know you. ’ 

     her words was a bullet to the heart, though, one that missed and left me bleeding out. she was gone. gone. it was strange to see her like this again, forced to draw out of her gentle nature and embark on the path she, once, had laid to rest. from her past she had blossomed, and from her mistakes she had learned. now, however, all had gone to waste.

     she had gone back. ‘ yamina. ’ her name grew into an unfamiliar word.

     ‘please.’ i uttered again, voice trembling as hands reached for her. 

     who took you from me?

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