Long white curtains. One single bed behind them. A girl sat on the edge of the bed.
“Aya…”
“How could you?” she asked glaring at her older brother. “How could you leave me?”
“I’m sorry…Aya…I tried….”
“You abandoned me when I needed you! I hate you!”
Hands wrapped around his shoulders, long red hair fell on his chest and a voice whispered in his ear. “Do you hear that Ran? Your precious baby sister hates you. You're not needed anymore."
"No! That's not true! Aya!"
The red-haired foreigner appeared next to Aya, wrapped his arms around her small waist. "She doesn't need you anymore. She is mine.