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

"Alright, ma'am" The salesman responded then left.


Summer noticed Tristan's nervousness and puzzlement. She smiled at him and clung her arms around his which startled him. 


Tristan could feel his cheeks warming up... Well, if you will see closely, his ears were now reddish. Her action was so sudden that his heart barely kept up on beating.


"After here, we'll go to another men's wear!"


Tristan averted his eyes, "It's not like that"


"Then we should go!" She tee heed. "Oh! The shoes are here. Come on! Let's fit them."


Summer enthusiastically said then approached the salesman, bringing the piles of shoe boxes.


Tristan formed a slight smile on his face, tears fell from his eyes. Then, another memory displayed on his thoughts.


'Nostalgia: 3'