"...Who are you, really?"
The girl looked at the young man across from her, momentarily at a loss.
She had once believed he was the person fate had destined for her.
Because of her past experiences, Eve—outgoing, warm, and cheerful, at least in her own opinion—actually had very few friends she could truly talk to.
Her only sister, whom she could trust completely, had a serious personality too. After only a few words, she would start saying things like, "Be serious," and, "Pay attention in class."
Her innate extraordinariness had given her ample wisdom and reason, but if she refused to grow up, she would forever remain a child. And for a "child" who had truly existed for less than ten years, could anyone really demand that she do anything besides play?
"I was happy. Really happy."
Compared to those stifling "childhood" memories, these recent days were probably Eve's happiest memories.
She had met an interesting little brother, someone who spoiled her, helped her, and played with her. Merely staying by his side gave her the comfortable feeling of family, and she had become addicted to it.
She had met a "little sister" who looked at her with admiration, saying things like, "That's amazing," and, "Big Sister is so good at playing," before watching her play games with pitiful eyes.
Sometimes, he would look at her. Though his eyes were vacant, she could read helplessness and heartfelt affection within them. That overly warm gaze made her uneasy, frightened her, yet sometimes made her feel nostalgic and cherish it dearly.
For the first time, she felt that perhaps someone needed her, loved her, rather than feared or dreaded her.
"Will the Person in the Mirror be the family member most deeply entangled with my fate in this life?"
Filled with fear,