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

His thoughts drifted as he remembered Amber's crying earlier. Yes. He was awake. He did hear everything; her sobs, her whimpering, he heard them all. Even the cold hand and gentle fingers of her that were caressing his hair, he sensed it. Hence, he felt strange. He wasn't sure what was going on but, he knew it was something serious. It was obvious.


Was it really because she missed Summer? Or was it something else? Was it a family misunderstanding?


Tristan just took a deep sigh and fixed the coat to completely cover her.


'Amber. What are you sorry for?', he thought.


Trish immediately opened the door as they arrived at around 2 am.


"Where have—" Trish's eyes widened as she saw Amber, sleeping on the back of Tristan. "What's wrong with her?"


"She's drunk. I don't think I should bring her to her place so, I brought her here instead." Tristan responded as he walked to the living room. "Is the guest room clean?"


'Cuff Bracelet'