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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

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"Sorry. Did I startle you? I called you twice but it seemed like you're deep in your thoughts," the man said to Tristan as he shyly scratched the top of his head.

Tristan shook his head. "It's fine. I'm sorry I didn't hear you."

"Ah. Here." The man handed the brown envelope to Tristan which he got immediately. "Everything was there. Tell me if I forgot to develop something."

Tristan pulled out the pictures from the envelope and looked at each of them. Yeah. Everything was really there.

Tristan smiled at the man. "Thank you."

"Oh. Also, these are our numbers. Please, call us if you already introduced us." The man's face lowered, hiding his embarrassed face.

Tristan took it and nodded. "Manager Whifler will call you right away. I promised."

After a little more talk, the man saw Tristan off.