Sora had decided to do something wild that night. It was getting cold and she was on the top of the building, the bar she had been in downstairs. She looked out at the city, one that was completely foreign to her. It wasn’t where she had grown up and Sora wasn’t the emotional one of the two personalities. She was the one who stayed away from all those things, who just did everything that she could. Sora was the alter that kept things away, while Sarah was the one who was mourning over her parents. Sora had fun. Sarah only cried. That’s why she hated her because instead of doing something with her life, all she did was cry over the past. If she was so lost, then what was the point of her existing? Sora had a bottle in her hands, looking at the lights, not expecting anyone to show up that night. Maybe she would jump, maybe she wouldn’t. She hadn’t decided yet. @lucifer-hamilton