The Twins

In the night, when humans are usually asleep in their rest, a girl in an oversized hoodie cries while occasionally rubbing her red eyes. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight. Behind her beautiful black hair, there were red eyes that contrasted sharply with her pale white skin.

Her legs, which were wrapped in shorts and sneakers, looked dirty and worn out by the dirty soil. If her head was not covered by the hoodie, one could see several bruises that decorated her white skin.

Her thin hands tightly held the rope of the swing, and she was shaking slowly. Her crying had not stopped, and no one heard her sadness in that place.

It was until the sound of panicked footsteps was heard and stopped right in front of her. The other's irregular breathing was heard. And slowly, the girl felt the warm hug that she always got when she was sad.

Whenever she was sad.