The Heirs once said that a dream is a heart's wish.
Laughter is heard from miles away, genuine and honest sounds of happiness. The flowers in the huge gardens sway with breeze as tiny feet and small giggles run across the stone pathway followed by their parents' steps and laughs.
"Astra, Samar, slow down. You guys are so fast we can barely keep up." My mother chuckles as a six year old me pulls my younger brother's wrist and ushers him to run faster.
"C'mon, hurry up, Samar" I frowned at him and he smiled so wide until my father caught us both from our tiny waists and held us up while smiling victoriously .
"I caught you, little scary thieves, I win" he laughs at us and Samar puts on his usual pouty face."No, you cheated"
Mom comes next to us when dad puts us down and I start laughing despite losing against our parents.
Soon, well too soon, my vision blurred and all I could see was black.
I hear Samar's voice, but it's no longer the little boy who was calling me, it was rather a teenager with a soft and boyish voice.
"Asy, Astra, wake up sleepyhead" I open my eyes to find short blond curls, wide ocean blue eyes and lips too red for a guy shaped as a cupid bow.
" Finally ." He sighed too dramatically.
"Good morning to you too , Sam."
I yawn and get off the bed, shoving my silly brother aside as I make my way toward my chamber's bathroom.
Sam holds the door open. "Are you seriously coming in with me? I mean, I don't really mind." I shoot him a lopsided grin and a wink.
I watch with amusement as his face, neck and ears turn a bright red and his eyes sparkle in embarrassment. I laugh at him when he grits his teeth and growls at me.
" I'm going in brother, go clean your room."
"Already did."His voice fades off.
I close the door behind me and my smile fades instantly, remembering my dream. It's been nearly six years since that happy little family played in that same backyard . Before everything changed
I try to forget about everything as I wash my face and go through with my morning routine. I get dressed into a lovely gown, made from light blue fabric with loose and airy sleeves . A golden ribbon tied at the waist gave it its shape. The skirt stopped exactly at my ankles—matched with blue one-inched shoes. I close the door to my room and wander in the halls, until I reach Samar's chambers and give the door a melodic knock–a symbolic sound Samar and I created to recognize each other.
" Sam, are you done there?" The door creaks open and I sigh when I find him standing in front of the mirror–as usual.
"What are you doing?" I chuckled.
"Uhh, nothing really" he shrugged and turned to look at me "do I look good?" his eyes were suddenly wide with horror.
I take him in. His mesmerizingly familiar blue eyes, his blond hair slicked back. He was wearing a white long-sleeved button down shirt, golden cuffs, his shirt is tucked in his black tailored pants that stop at the top of his shiny black shoes. He looked…magneficent.
"Do I need to wear a waist coat, or…or maybe I should add some–' he was already rambling so I stepped forward to smooth between his brows with my index and middle finger.
"You look perfect, complete. Stop stressing for the sake of god."
My brother was kind of—no, definitly–obssessed with perfection and looks. His hair should look perfect, his clothes should look neat, his room tidy, his wardrobe organized. Literally everything. But I was quite the opposite, messy and reckless.