ABOUT EDEN

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sleepwalker where'd you go?

Born to a quaint family on the countryside; consisted of you, your sister, mother, and father. The four of you lived nicely without too much of a worry. You were born academically gifted, with an amazingly high IQ whereas your sister was born with an unnaturally high EQ. The two of you had your own advantages; you had something akin to a photographic memory, whereas your sister had the impeccable ability to adapt to everything and everything she's thrown at. She knew how to talk to people, you preferred your books. Essentially, you were seen as polar opposites.


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I find you in my dreams

At two years old - your sister was four at the time - your parents were killed off by a gang of people. You didn't know who they were, and you didn't remember the event. You only remember the feeling of running, confusion, and etc. Your sister on the other hand kept hugging you close in a closed space, secure in her arms. You will never forget the fear in her voice as she cradled you, crying as you blankly stared up at her. [break][break]

"It's okay, Eden. Big sister will never leave you-- ... Not like mom and dad."


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you're always in my dreams

Police found the two of you, you were thrown into the foster homes because you had no other relatives. Your sister ran off with you, in fear that the two of you would be separated. You were eventually taken in by a family friend, and lied to you about why you two ran away in order to protect you from past trauma. She lied to you about your past while growing up.


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did you come to make it right

You grew up relatively normally; there was nothing that was far too out of the ordinary. You grew up to be close to the brothers and became friends with them; more through your sociable sister. Part of you became envious of how she could speak to other people so easily, viewing your gift as a gift only because it helped you get ahead in life. In reality, you found yourself leaning on your sister to fill that lonely void in your heart knowing that you couldn't socialize without her. You depended on her.


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or did you come to say goodbye?

At eighteen, you got a phone call from the family that your sister died. Shortly afterwords, the elder brother died along with her out of guilt. Your sister, being an aspiring and rising star in the acting world made a huge impact on her viewers, causing many people to mourn. You were then known as the sister of the famous actress. The sister of the actress who killed herself.


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sleepwalker, where'd you go?

For the first time, you had broken a promise. You had broken the promise that you made both to yourself, and to your sister Naomi. On the night you heard of your sister's death, you cried. You cried like you had never before. You found yourself resenting yourself for that, for crying after vowing that you never would. But the years were cruel, and after the loss of your only family member of her own means, you found yourself the target of pity. You found the gazes being directed to you, and you found yourself in the eyes of the public due to being alone. Only eighteen and your sister had left you; how unfortunate it was. How sad. How pitiful. Perhaps you grew the most in those two years in comparison to the past sixteen, after being exposed to everything your elder sister tried to shield from you. [break][break]

It wouldn't be long until you uncovered the truth of your family. They didn't die in an accident. You and your sister never survived a miraculous plane crash on the way back, and you two were never put in an orphanage. The two of you were never kicked out from your home, and the two of you were never in the hands of the devil. You dug and dug, until your passed sister's lies had all been uncovered. All that she told you in the past were lies; everything that made you to be, and everything that led up to the moment your sister struggled in the noose. Nothing about this was an accident; none of what happened was like what your sister had told you.[break][break]

You were bitter. [break][break]

It could be fixed, you told yourself. For the next few years, you told yourself that this could have been stopped. If she had just been honest, you wish that she was more honest. You wished that she didn't take all the regret, the guilt, and swallow it down to give you that facade and smile on her face. You had grown to detest liars, only to find the one you loved was the biggest of them all. Nothing she said was the truth, but you couldn't bring yourself to detest her. This contradiction never sank in with you, hence you chose to ignore it. In your mind, your sister was a liar. She was a pathological liar. In spite of her intentions, you tried to convince yourself over the few years that you couldn't forgive her. That you hated her. [break][break]

now i'm sleepwalking again

You told yourself that you hated her. [break][break]

In the following years, you left high school to get an apprenticeship with the law force. Criminals were to blame for the death of your parents, and said criminals were to blame for the guilt and eventual death of your sister. Criminals like your sister were to blame for the death of who you could have been, and criminals were to blame for.. Everything. The corrupt, the misguided-- To you, they all fell under the same radar. They were in the same lens; there was no such thing as grey area, as everything had turned so black and white. You lost yourself in your studies, analyzing each and every person. [break][break]

In the span of two years, you had grown tremendously. You had been told that your analytic ability was extraordinary, and you were keener than lie detectors. There were no lies that could pass through you, because you had grown up with the liar whom you've grown to love the most. There was no such thing as a grey lie; all lies were to be picked out. All crimes were to be found, but you found that there were too few people who were capable. At the tender age of twenty, you had become a revered detective; you had become known for picking stories apart, finding contradictions in all evidence you found. Though you were too young and without the credentials to get into something like a lawyer, your immense memory of the law, justice and other systems was impeccable. Your memory was flawless from what you have been told. [break][break]

You were once again, a prodigy. Just as you were as a child, just as you were growing up, and even now with that icy and faraway expression on your face.

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call me
MARSHMALLOW

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