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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 · Realistis
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236 Chs

'Touched a Sore Spot: 2'

His words of wisdom were out of her reach. Her comprehension wasn't at his level. Oh, well. Maybe because of their age gap? Or, by experience?

Trish's eyes widened. Oh, right. Whifler's father and Summer had the same situation. Wait. Why did she forget about that?

Trish stood up and grabbed his hand. "Whifler. I-I am... S-Sorry. I forgot."

Whifler's brows knitted as he looked over his shoulder. "Why are you apologizing?"

Trish gripped his hand. "Y-Your father. I... I know what happened. Grandma told me about it once."

Whifler's face swiftly changed. His reaction turned dark as he looked into Trish's eyes

Trish recoiled. His aura was choking her up. Guess, she hit the sore. "R-Raj."

"Why did you mention that?" Whifler told with gritted teeth. "Why? Why bring that up?"

"R-Raj." Trish was startled as Whifler suddenly gripped her shoulder. She winced in pain. "R-Raj. It hurts. It hurts."