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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 · realistisch
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'Harry and Tanya'

Tristan paused for a moment at what she said then he stood up and turned around.

"Well. For me, the only thing I know that had changed in me was..." Tristan looked over his shoulder. "I became lonelier and emptier than before. That's all."

After saying those words, Tristan walked away and left Trish speechless.

Trish hardly sank in everything he said. She couldn't understand which and what to feel about it. Tristan's sentence really stabbed her deeply, each word cut her flesh open.

"T-Tristan," she vacantly mumbled without taking her eyes off to the direction where Tristan passed.

Concurrently, Harry blinked as many times as he could when he arrived at his place after going to the police station where he detained Heidi to inform what just happened to both him and Clint. He was completely confused and scratched the back of his head.

Staring at the car parked in front of his house, he thought. 'Whose car is that, again?'