Bài Hát Của Cái Chết


 * Lien*

My mind was increasingly fuzzier.I cracked my eyes open to see a woman leaning over me.

"Lien?" she whispered.

Memories flooded to the surface of my broken mind. This woman used to sing me to sleep. She used to cook wonderful food on my birthday. There was always a girl, my age, next to me on my birthday. I could not place her.

"Mai!" the woman called out. "Mai! Lien is awake!"

A girl my age skidded around the corner. This face. This face brought with it freedom, laughter, songs. Learning together how to speak, walk, cook, write. My heart. Mai.

A blackness flashed through my mind. With the breath I could muster, I pushed out the words. "Sing to me."

My mother looked astonished, but relieved that I could speak. I let her hope. I could not bear to see her face if I told her how little time I had left. But Mai. My heart. She always knew me inside out. She would not refuse me. Not at the end. She finally opened her mouth, and a pure melody flowed from it. The song she chose was fitting. A song of passage, of guidance, strength for the final journey. A song of rebirth. With a last look at my beloved twin, I let my eyes close. And I let the music fade into black.



'''This is a short story from just before the flashback at the start of Chapter 3: Khi Tự Do Reo Lên. I hope you liked it!'''

-Mai