"It's okay Belle, stop crying," Zlatan said, holding his little sister in his embrace as she sobbed. He didn't know how he was moving, nor how he could feel now. But it didn't matter, to Zlatan it was just a dream.
"I'm the one dreaming here, why cry over me." He added softly.
Staying together in each other's embrace for a few minutes. Belle's sobs subsided as she lifted her head to look at her brother, her hands moving up to his chubby cheeks again.
"Massagy..." She mumbled, yawning as she fondled his cheeks with her little hands, a sparkle in her pair of black obsidians- an eye colour which ran through the entire Elmore family, except a select few.
'It feels so real.' He thought, looking down at her face.
"Is she real?" Just then, it came again as her face shifted to what he remembered, dead with her eyes lifeless. "Brother?" She called out to him, snapping him out of his mind.
