Haşim is dead. I am not your sister. Those are the words they spoke, the final nail of a coffin one hundred years in the making, marking the death of their relationship as siblings, as twins, and who they used to be. And yet, as Remzi struggles to hold himself together against the onset of pain, the voice in the back of his head only steadily grows louder, pressing in fear that Elif might be suffering as well. He had told her in parting that this city is capable of eating people alive, and is afraid of it doing just that. Trailed and tormented by a ghost from the past, it takes all his willpower to leave the safety of his home, to venture out into the storm in search for her. He doesn’t know where to go, not truly, only instinct carrying him towards the center of the city. “Elif!” It’s a struggle to pronounce his voice over the harsh rainfall, but he tries anyway, his eyes scanning around almost frantically for anyone resembling his sister. ( @elifsahin )
