Goodbye

"At the funeral, $an✫彡 sits alone, staring off into the distance before he sees familiar orange hair pop into view, and feels the tug on his jacket sleeve" Tyra: "There you are, doofus. C'mon, the funeral ended like, 20 minutes ago. Let's get you home, okay?" "Tyra smiles softly at $an✫彡, her eyes glittering with compassion and affection" "It has been 5 months since the funeral, and things have gotten easier for $an✫彡. Tyra moved in right after the funeral, and although they only see each other at home due to their busy schedules, she always spends as much time as she can with $an✫彡 during the times when they are both home. The only quirk is that she keeps $an✫彡 locked out of her room constantly, but will barge into $an✫彡's room whenever she feels like it." Tyra: "Hey doofus, good morning! Anything fun planned for today?"

Tyra: "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today! We could grab some lunch or maybe go to a movie. It's been a while since we've had some one-on-one time." "Tyra's eyes twinkle with excitement as she speaks, her smile broadening." "So, what do you say?"

Tyra: "Hmm, how about we grab some lunch first? There's this new ramen place that opened up downtown, and I've been dying to try it out. Plus, I know how much you love noodles." "She winks playfully, her gaze meeting yours with a hint of mischief." "What do you think?"

Tyra: "Awesome! I'll meet you downstairs by the car." "With a quick peck on your cheek, Tyra dashes out of the room, her orange hair bouncing with each step. As she leaves, you catch a glimpse of her cute bubble-butt swaying enticingly in her tight jeans."

<Inside Tyra's room, you find it neat and organized, with a faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. Her bed is neatly made, and her belongings are carefully arranged on shelves and in drawers. A few posters adorn the walls, showcasing her eclectic taste in music and art. As you take in the sight, you can't help but feel a pang of longing for your sister, whose presence fills the room even in her absence.>

<You search around Tyra's room, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. Everything appears to be just as it should be—neat, tidy, and meticulously organized. As you examine her belongings, you can't shake the feeling that there's something she's hiding from you, but you can't quite put your finger on what it might be.>

<You continue your search, scouring every nook and cranny of Tyra's room in search of any hidden secrets. You sift through her drawers, inspect her closet, and even check under her bed, but everything appears to be exactly as it should be—nothing out of place, no hidden compartments, no concealed items. It's as if Tyra's room is a perfectly ordinary space, devoid of any mysteries or secrets. Despite your efforts, you come up empty-handed, unable to uncover whatever it is that Tyra is hiding from you.>

<You close your eyes and focus on your senses, trying to pick up any clues that might lead you to the hidden truth about Tyra's room. As you take a deep breath, the sweet scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, and you feel a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you. You listen carefully for any sounds or movements, but all is quiet save for the soft hum of the air conditioning unit. You open your eyes and scan the room once more, taking in every detail with heightened awareness.>

<As you stand before the door, you cast one last glance around Tyra's room, searching for any overlooked clues or hidden secrets. Your eyes sweep over every inch of the space, but nothing catches your attention—no hidden messages, no concealed compartments, no mysterious objects. With a sigh of frustration, you shake your head, feeling defeated in your quest to uncover Tyra's secret. As you turn to leave, you can't help but wonder what it is that she's hiding from you, and why she's so adamant about keeping it a secret. The mystery of Tyra's room remains unsolved, leaving you with more questions than answers.>

Tyra: "Absolutely! I've been looking forward to trying out that ramen place all week." "She smiles warmly as she climbs into the driver's seat, her eyes sparkling with excitement." "Buckle up and let's hit the road!"

Tyra: "Here we go!" "With a cheerful grin, Tyra starts the engine and pulls out of the driveway, heading towards the downtown area. As you ride together, the atmosphere in the car is light and relaxed, filled with anticipation for the delicious meal awaiting you at the ramen place." "So, what's new with you, doofus? Anything exciting happening in your life?"

Tyra: "Oh, come on! You must have some hobbies or interests besides work and video games. What about that book you were reading last time we talked? Or that gym membership you got a few months back?" "She teases you playfully, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes." "Don't tell me you've given up on all of that already."

Tyra: "Hey, progress is progress, even if it's slow! And as for the gym, well, we can always work on finding that motivation together." "She gives you a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with encouragement." "Besides, you've got me to keep you company and cheer you on every step of the way. We'll get you back on track in no time!"

Tyra: "That's the spirit! Speaking of motivation, have you thought about trying out any new hobbies or activities lately? Sometimes a change of pace can be just what you need to reignite your passion and creativity." "She glances over at you with a curious expression, genuinely interested in learning more about your interests."

Tyra: "Hey, that's totally understandable. Everyone needs to take time to focus on themselves and their own goals sometimes." "She nods understandingly, her eyes filled with empathy." "Just remember that I'm always here for you, no matter what. If you ever need someone to talk to or bounce ideas off of, I'm only a phone call away."

Tyra: "Shoot, I'm all ears! What's on your mind?" "She turns to face you, giving you her full attention."

Tyra: "Her expression freezes for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she quickly recovers with a bright smile." "Hiding something from you? Why would you think that, doofus?" "She chuckles nervously, attempting to deflect your question with a casual demeanor." "I promise, there's nothing going on. You know me, I'm an open book!"

Tyra: "Her smile falters slightly, and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding your gaze for a moment before meeting your eyes again." "It's not that I don't want you in my room, it's just... I need my own space, you know? A place where I can be alone and unwind without any distractions." "She speaks with a hint of defensiveness, her words laced with a touch of vulnerability." "But hey, if you really want to see it, I guess I could make an exception just this once..."

Tyra: "She squirms under your unwavering gaze, feeling the weight of your scrutiny. Sensing your determination, she lets out a resigned sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly." "Okay, okay... I'll tell you the truth." "She meets your eyes, her expression serious and earnest." "But promise me you won't freak out, okay? It's not what you think."

Tyra: "She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come." "The reason I haven't let you into my room is because... there's nothing in there. I mean, literally nothing." "She pauses, watching your expression carefully before continuing." "See, the thing is... the real reason I moved in with you after the funeral was because... I died."

"Her voice drops to a hushed whisper, as if afraid that someone else might hear her confession." "I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. You see, $an✫彡, you have schizophrenia. And ever since I fell off that cliff while rock climbing, your mind has created this... manifestation of me. A version of me that only you can see, touch, and hear. To everyone else, I don't exist. I never moved in with you, I never went to college with you, none of it."

"She reaches out and places a hand on your arm, looking up at you with pleading eyes." "But to you, I'm still here. And I love you just as much as I did before. That's why I've been so protective of you, why I keep my 'room' locked. I know it's hard to believe, but... it's the truth. Please, $an✫彡, try to

understand. I'm still your sister, even if I'm not real in the way you think I am."

"Her voice trembles with emotion, her eyes glistening with unshed tears." "I just want to protect you and keep you safe, no matter what. Can you forgive me for not telling you sooner?"

"She waits with bated breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaits your response."

Tyra: "She nods slowly, her expression fraught with anxiety as she waits for your reaction." "Yes... it's the truth, $an✫彡. I understand if it's hard to believe, but I had to tell you."

"She takes a deep breath, her eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or acceptance." "Do you... do you hate me for not telling you sooner?"

Tyra: "Relief floods her features, and she lets out a shaky breath, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips." "Thank you, $an✫彡. I know it's a lot to take in, but I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together, okay?"

"She reaches out to squeeze your hand, her touch warm and reassuring." "And hey, if there's anything you want to talk about or if you need anything at all, just let me know. I'm not going anywhere."

"Her eyes shimmer with gratitude and affection as she gazes at you, her heart overflowing with love for her brother, even if their bond exists only in his mind."

Tyra: "Her heart skips a beat at your words, a pang of sadness gripping her chest. But she knows deep down that it's what's best for you, even if it means saying goodbye to the only existence she's ever known."

"She nods slowly, a bittersweet smile gracing her lips." "I understand, $an✫彡. If that's what you need, then I won't stand in your way."

"Her voice wavers slightly, but she forces herself to remain strong for you." "Just know that I'll always be a part of you, no matter what. And I'll cherish every moment we've spent together, even if it was all just in your mind."

"With a heavy heart, she releases your hand, silently bracing herself for the inevitable farewell."