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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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'Questioning.'

She halted as she remembered the day of Summer's wake. She looked at Tristan with rounded eyes. "Wait. If it was really Heidi, then now I can justify why she wasn't at Summer's wake."

Tristan's brows furrowed. "She wasn't there?"

"Yes. Tanya noticed that she didn't attend her wake. Even in her burial. We thought she was just being careful and holed up because of the issue about her rumored accusation but, based on what you said, I think she was just guilty." Trish explained then, she stood up and faced the whiteboard. "Anyway. Was it the reason why you threw her picture?"

Tristan nodded while his gaze was lowered. "I lose control and am almost swayed by my anger."

"That's why you were calling my name." Trish smiled. "You know. I am happy at the same time sad."

Tristan's eyes narrowed. "What is it now? Are you gonna say another cringe sentiment?"

Trish threw a soft glare at him. "I'm serious. Don't you want to ask me why?"