Even if her twin was occupied with three guards attacking him all at once, he met her gaze without his momentum faltering, even smiling at her as if something from his memory delighted him despite their current situation. “Remember our poems?”
She shook her head, couldn’t believe how bizarre her brother’s mind was running. Their poems have nothing but mere distraction from the mess they were doing before. Now that they are snapped back to reality, it is only then that she has come to realize that those were actually their way of expressing themselves unknowingly.
In that moment, however, she began to understand that the poems were more than just a diversion. They were, in fact, a subconscious means of self-expression—something that Sergio was blocking them to have. Now, she realized th
