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Bittersweet Life

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? ~~~

ElJaneDM · Realistic
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236 Chs

'E: Her Backstory 2'

Jowanna nodded and continued eating. "I heard you filed a case against your mother."

"Mhm," Amber hummed after she ate a spoonful of rice, topped with a slice of steak.

"Why?"

Amber lifted her gaze to look in her direction and smiled sweetly. "I was just putting her in the right place."

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"Are you sure about this?" Trish asked while standing at Tristan's doorstep. Tristan was now packing his things.

Trish whose face was unexplainable, slowly walked towards him. "Are you really leaving?"

Tristan halted and lifted his gaze. "I will come back. Don't worry."

"I know. But, why do you have to leave?" Trish knelt and worriedly caressed Tristan's hand. "Can't you stay?"

Tristan's eyes narrowed. "Quit it. It doesn't suit you."

Trish just rolled her eyes and stood up. "You really like ruining the mood. Tsk. So, when are you coming back?"

Tristan just shrugged his shoulders as he continued to put his clothes inside his luggage. "Who knows?"