ElJaneDM

SHE

Who had fair and glowing skin... Thick, long, and shiny black wavy hair... A pair of aqua-colored, sparkling eyes. And the one who'd been loved by elders, admired by children, and the pride of the family.

SHE is my sister...

My sister, who had everything that I don't, who got all that I want and received all that I've longed for.

I hate her, but I want to be like her.

Despite being a boy, I strived to be an equal to her. I've grown my hair and taken good care of my skin. I achieved the perfect replica of her.

But just being only a copycat has never been enough.
I lived as a living picture of her image and became the scenery of my family who misses her. I'm still not equal.

Then one day, no one saw it coming...

A circumstance occurred that twisted the cycle of our world which I did not expect would change everything that we used to and opened the door to the next chapter of my bittersweet life.

The circumstance that crossed my path to the girl I never thought would play a huge part in my life...

That one girl who spoiled me with attention and filled my empty existence with genuine affection.

But... In just a blink of an eye, death took her from me.

Her sudden death caused dubiety to all of us...

Suicidal? No... Someone surely murdered her...


But... Our only question is...
.
.
.
Who?


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Bittersweet Life

Amber sighed for the nth time while tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. Tristan glanced at her in confusion.


"What's wrong?" he asked, flipping the records of the consumers.


It was around 8 in the morning, they were currently at Tristan's car and were starting to locate those who bought the hoodies.


"Nothing. I'm just tired," Amber growled.


"Hangover? You left me alone yesterday."


Amber jolted up and her heart suddenly raced. Panic slowly swallowed her up. "I... I—Uh."


"It's alright. I understand. I saw you talking to your sister." Tristan seriously told while reading the records.


"I told you, it's okay. Mhm. Vivian Roselle was the nearer one. I guess we should start from her." Tristan put down the records. "ABC City, 143 Boulevard, Apartment 5."


"Okay." Amber started the engine and drove away.


'Locate: Part 1'