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Sanji-

The door swung open and a dark tall figure stood at the entrance. I hurriedly picked up the ball I was playing with as I struggled to see who it was. 

The steady clack of his heels brought the dark figure closer.

No...It's Father.

I dropped the ball and it silently rolled away leaving me behind - all alone - to face Father. 

"Did I not say explicitly that I do not ever wish to see your face?" 

I stared into his cold green eyes; they were exactly like mine, but they weren't nearly as anxious. They weren't nearly as afraid. 

"I have not seen you in years, Father. Did you have a good time at your latest trip?" My voice felt airy and barely audible. 

We looked the same. The same eyes, the same posture, the same complexion - only Father's hair was different. It was a pure golden. I had long black hair, just like Mother used to have. 

"How dare you steal the life of Shivani and still have the courage to speak to me, you murderer," Father spat. "You are such a disappointment. So weak. Shivani had her life stolen by a stupid little girl. Do not ever think you will get any property, much less be my heir.  

I took a small step back. 

"Jerome, take her away. And this time, make sure I never have to see her face ever again." 

With the sound of Father's voice resounding over and over again in my ears - with the disgusted look of Father's face appearing over and over again in front of my eyes - I ran out the door.

I ran farther and farther away. Tears ran down my cheeks one by one, feeling unnaturally warm against my icy skin. 

I stopped by the river and gazed at its swirling waters briskly running out towards the sea, then collapsed. 

I took a sharp stone and little by little, I cut it all away. A voice seemed to call out, but I was too frustrated, too determined to hear it. Soon, long bundles of long black hair lay at my feet. 

I stood up and looked at the wide expanse of land beyond the river. 

I'm sorry Mother, but I am unprepared to carry this burden. I've changed now. I cannot keep crying. Don't worry Mother, everything will be all right. When the time comes, I'll make everything right.