[ June ]
My eyes deceived me.
For my heart had been so brutally maimed that my brain operated to remedy the critical pain taking over my body. Because in no way was it possible that—
"Elion."
My father had spoken it this time, his voice crashing over every smooth syllable and shattering on the unmistakable power of the name. And it was then that I realized that I wasn't at all hallucinating. This wasn't at all a dream but a miracle. I parted my dry lips on a frozen exhale, so infused with emotion that I did not know whether to be joyful or mournful that before me now, elegant and powerful as ever, my brother stood.
