تسجيل الدخولSince I was young, my mother said I was a competitive child. Whatever my twin sister, Luna Bloom had, I would want to have one too. Even when Luna was having medicine, I would steal a sip as well. My mother always protected Luna as she felt sorry for her. “Petra, you’ve been competitive since you were in my womb. It’s because you took all the nutrients when you were a fetus that Luna is this weak today. Why are you still snatching things from her now?” I suppressed my tears and lifted my chin defiantly. It was because I knew that if I did not fight for what was mine, I would not get anything in the end. The sweets belonged to Luna, the hugs were given to Luna. My mother always smiled when she looked at Luna, and my father only praised Luna. I was like a rash pirate, snatching every piece of breadcrumbs that I could get my hands on. One day, I graduated and brought my boyfriend, Asher Scott, home to meet my parents. Luna fell in love with Asher at first sight. “Petra, I’ve always let you have your way since we were young. Can you let me have him just for this once?” I looked at my bloodied palms. Usually, I was stubborn, but I changed my attitude for that instance. “Sure.” After all, I was about to die. Why would I stop them from getting their happiness?
عرض المزيدI stared at my mother’s back and suddenly recalled a winter from years ago. At that time, Luna was having the flu. My mother prepared a ginger shot and fed her by the spoonful. She carefully fed Luna so that no ginger juice would dribble down. I hid behind the door, as I did not dare to go in. I was also having the flu. I found it hard to breathe, and my throat was burning up. However, I did not dare to say anything. I was afraid my mother would lose her patience if I mentioned it. She would scold me and thought I was fighting for her attention. In the end, she finally saw me when she turned around. She was momentarily stunned as she waved me over. I was delighted. I ran over and waited for her to feed me too. However, she passed me the empty bowl and gestured dismissively. “Petra, I can’t leave Luna now. Wash the bowl and refill the kettle on the stove.”I held that bowl and froze. There were still some juices left. I secretly licked it, and it was so sp
On the day of my funeral, it was raining. It rained for the whole day, just like tears that never dried. My mother said my funeral had to be grand. She spent half of her savings on it. Luna did not stop her. She just supported her in the funeral arrangements. Her eyes were swollen, and she was a lot quieter than before. Asher ordered the best coffin, and he chose a good spot in the graveyard with the most sunlight. He said that I was afraid of the cold, and I would always curl up when I slept in the winter. I would only rest well if there was sunlight. Someone asked who Asher was. He stepped forward and told everyone that he was my husband. My mother started crying when she heard that. She turned around to wipe her tears away. All my relatives showed up on the day of my burial. I stood beside my tombstone and looked at my name carved on the marble. Luna stood before my grave. She was holding a bunch of flowers, and she slowly placed them on my grave. She loo
Asher carried me out of the bridal shop. He walked very slowly. Even though he was covered in sweat, he was unwilling to rest. My mother stumbled behind him. Luna supported her so she would not fall over. Luna’s make-up was ruined from her tears. Asher walked and kept staring at my face. “Petra, do you know? I still remember your face when you pass me the love letter. “You were pacing back and forth before the library entrance. You were holding the letter so hard before placing it on my desk. Then, you blushed and ran off.”He suddenly laughed. “When I opened the letter, you hadn’t even written a single word. “You wrote and erased it, and you repeated it so many times. In the end, you chose to not say anything.“I thought to myself, ‘How silly was this young lady?’”I listened as I immersed myself in the same memory. I smiled. As I smiled, I started to cry. He continued walking, and his voice became softer. “Then, you pursued me for an entire semester. “You
Asher kneeled down before me and reached out his hand. He lightly caressed my cold cheeks, and he felt the coldness spreading from his palm to his limbs. He kept tracing my features. The face that he looked at for four years became extremely quiet and unfamiliar. Asher was overwhelmed by immense grief and pain. He felt as though he no longer had any strength in his body. Even on his knees, he was swaying. He stumbled forward, and his forehead landed on my shoulder. Asher’s voice was extremely hoarse. “Silly Petra, why didn’t you tell us that you’re sick? Why did you bear the pain alone?”He held my cold fingers, as if he would be able to warm them up. “You must’ve been suffering all this while!“I’m a horrible person. How could I treat you like that?”He held my hand many times. His hands were a lot warmer than mine during winters. In the library, he would try to warm my hands in his. When it was summer, he did not like to hold my hand because of the hot weathe


















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