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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

'Rot in Jail'

Amber blinked as she woke up by the extreme coldness of the room. She stood up and checked where she was— her head was panging in pain and her vision was kinda blurry. It was like her surroundings were spinning.

"Damn," she mumbled while caressing her head, Harry also woke up by her voice.

"Amber. You're up? Are you fine now?" Harry scratched his eyes as he got up from the other couch. Amber's forehead creased.

"Why are you here? And... Are we still in the bar?"

Harry stood up and went towards her. "Yes. You also had a panic attack last night, do you remember?"

Amber's eyes rounded. "L-Last night?"

"Yeah?"

"Wait. What's the time right now?"

Harry glanced at his watch and then turned his gaze back to Amber. "10:45 am."

"10?!" Amber jolted up. "Then... Then... I wasn't dreaming?!"

Harry's right brow raised. "Of course you're not. You even asked me multiple times who I am. And you kept on saying I wasn't real."