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“You’re just like me!”
Anneliese sighed as she closed the bedroom door behind her. It was kind of Erika to say so; kinder still as she seemed completely genuine, and the reality hasn’t even crossed her mind. Erika’s life of strife and debt was hardship Anneliese cannot possibly compare to. Anneliese was pampered, had all she wanted when she wanted, and spent her time mostly pursuing beloved interests and books. She has never had to traverse mountains for a simple omelette, nor had her fingers stiffened and ached from manual labour - Anneliese’s hands were soft and weak in Erika’s strong and dexterous ones; hands that could hold her stable as she clumsily spun and danced and sung; hands that stitched each thread on her dress with utmost care. Erika’s steady proclamation of likeness showcased her empathy gained through an experienced life hard lived. Anneliese’s troubles were petty, really, compared to hers.
Yet Erika, unlike herself, was bright and bold despite it all. She was confident in her abilities and independence, and her determination in pursuing her dreams manifested itself in how brightly she shone in every action. No jewellery of Anneliese’s, nor any of the precious stones in the castle, shone as brightly as Erika, and she was sure that nothing in the world was as beautiful as Erika when she sang. Or when she didn’t. Is it narcissistic to find her beautiful when they look exactly alike? But their similarities were in appearance only, and Erika’s spirit was unmatched. That changed everything about her. They were not alike at all, even if the mere thought of Erika’s words made her smile.
They were not alike at all. Erika was vibrant and brilliant. But Anneliese couldn’t help but feel a strong kindred spirit in her, as if Erika shone for her too.