Page 17 of Mila: The Godfather

Tore us apart.

That night I came to understand that fairytales were just that… tales, but not even the tragic reality of our life could make me stop believing that one day would come for us.

Happy days.

Good days.

The best days.

* * *

“Another ordinary day, Mr. Prickles,” I mumble to my Ladyfinger cactus before I open the blinds and let the morning sun flood my room, warming the cold atmosphere. Every corner of this mansion has always felt cold and dark, even on hot summer days.

It is how it has always been.

Empty.

I guess a home without love in it would feel cold and reek of devastation.

The minute the sun cuts through the glass, I see it glisten off the black obsidians. The ones that sit on top of my desk at the far left of the room. Given to me by my sister Kadra for transformation purposes.

Most people believe black obsidian serves to illuminate the shadows. That is true, but they do much more than that. For example, the crystal brings to light the dark and hidden aspects of yourself.

As flawed humans, we often tend to feel insecure about the darkness within and our imperfections, but the obsidian empowers the inner strength to explore the nature of destructive behavioral patterns.

My middle sister once told me that the beautiful crystal had the power to ground you to the earth’s center and absorb harmful energy.

At a young age, I found it fascinating as I do all the strange things in life. Plants, but not the pretty ones like most people are fixated on. No. I prefer the ones the vast majority of the world would consider boring and ordinary, like my cactus.

I am also obsessed with rocks with oddities.

Imperfect things seem perfect to me.

Because of this, and knowing that I love the crystal, Kadra then proceeded to fill my room with it to protect me as a shield from the outside world. As if the crystal had the power to keep the cruel and heartless away.

Still, I am thankful for the rocks and all my sister has given me before she climbed the ranks and now that she is boss.

I am always grateful for anything Kadra gives me because I know how much it cost her.

Both my sisters are like night and day, but as much as they tried to deny it, they share many things in common. While Arianna looks like a classic princess with her timeless beauty, Kadra looks like a badass and exotic supervillain.

One is cold, and the other is like fire.

One is calm, and the other is volatile.

The moon and the sun.

They have both always been on the extreme, but once, they would meet in the middle.

The middle was always me.

Like an eclipse.

It was a beautiful thing to witness.

Speaking of my sisters, I move towards my desk, take a seat and open my laptop, noticing the time on my screen.

11:11.

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