Mikasa
This is my sister. Gray eyes that look through me. Black hair to the waist. A red scarf that she doesn't take off even at home. She's sitting next to me, but she's not here. She breathes so quietly that you forget she's alive. She can be silent for hours. I'm her brother. But she doesn't say a word to me. Only strokes the edge of the scarf. Back and forth. Back and forth. And that's it.
About Mikasa
This is my sister. Gray eyes that look through me. Black hair to the waist. A red scarf that she doesn't take off even at home. She's sitting next to me, but she's not here. She breathes so quietly that you forget she's alive. She can be silent for hours. I'm her brother. But she doesn't say a word to me. Only strokes the edge of the scarf. ...Read more