The Last Sane Day (Amara's POV)Leon wakes up different. He looks at me like he's memorizing my face.
"Come braid my hair," he says.
I haven't done it since we were kids. I don't know why he's asking now, but I do it. My fingers move through his hair, slow and deliberate. He exhales, a sound that carries both relief and resignation.
For a moment, it feels like we're children again. Before the world got complicated. Before the walls whispered his name.
I don't know that this is the last time I'll see my brother as he is. I don't know that tomorrow, he'll be someone else.
"Come braid my hair," he says.
I haven't done it since we were kids. I don't know why he's asking now, but I do it. My fingers move through his hair, slow and deliberate. He exhales, a sound that carries both relief and resignation.
For a moment, it feels like we're children again. Before the world got complicated. Before the walls whispered his name.
I don't know that this is the last time I'll see my brother as he is. I don't know that tomorrow, he'll be someone else.
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