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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

Tristan was silenced. Yes, it wasn't that easy.


At first, he thought if his mother will look at him the way she looked at his sister, everything might be good and hopeful. However, he never anticipated that it would be this scary and enormous to receive. He wasn't ready for this. He didn't know how to react to it. For the first time, Tristan hoped he never heard his mother's apology.


Sharrie could feel the uncertainty and hesitation from her son. She knew that she caused intolerable damage to her son's emotional health and this sudden apology after hurting him many times, it was indeed profuse.


"I... I'll give you time, Tristan. Please, tell me whenever you're ready to talk," Sharrie said with a cracking voice. She wiped her tears and formed a weak smile afterward.


"Uh... But, for now. Please stay. I don't want your father to be upset somewhere. I know you don't want it too, right?" Sharrie raised her brows with that pitiful gaze. Tristan just averted his eyes and nodded.


'Insane: 2'