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Stole My Sight, Lived My Life Chapter 10
It seemed the heart condition was my sin. That single question drained the last remaining drops of my strength. Still, I refused to accept it.Why did they get to walk away scot-free? Why did my death have to be disguised as a "happy ending"?An obsession burned within my spectral form. I needed a witness!My consciousness passed straight through the walls, arriving at the rented room where Brielle was nursing her injuries.She was staring blankly at the shredded scarf I had given her, her leg still bound in a heavy plaster cast.Gathering every ounce of my willpower, I projected the cruelest excerpts from that diary directly into her mind like a nightmare.Brielle jolted awake from her sleep, drenched in a cold sweat."Gemma…" she muttered the unfamiliar name, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. "So that was it… That's how they treated you all along…"The very next day, Brielle returned to the Wallace residence, leaning on her crutches.Under Mom's and Dad's wat
Stole My Sight, Lived My Life Chapter 9
I was completely imprisoned within the very light I had surrendered.From that moment on, I became a captive inside her pupils, forced to experience firsthand everything I had once craved but never truly possessed.I felt the tenderness of Mom's fingertips as she brushed her long hair and heard Dad's patient whispers as he taught her to read.When sunlight poured into the new art studio and Everly mixed her very first colors, I saw the unguarded admiration and joy in their eyes.During those days trapped within Everly's vision, I clearly felt her change.At first, she would occasionally stare into space, her fingers mindlessly tracing my old ragdoll.Yet whenever that happened, Mom would step in at just the right moment and use new gifts to divert her attention.Gradually, Evely brought me up less and less. She began to fully absorb the "narrative" Mom and Dad had constructed for me—a sister who had fawned over her out of pure guilt and ultimately "repaid" her by giving her my c
Stole My Sight, Lived My Life Chapter 8
The diary slipped from the table, falling silently back into the drawer.The truth was too heavy for even a soul to bear. I needed finality, a verdict straight from their own lips.I drifted toward Everly's room. She was lying in bed, unable to sleep.Suddenly, she sat up, groped around, and opened the nightstand drawer to pull out a faded ragdoll from its deepest corner.It was the very first toy I had pressed into her hands when I was ten.I had assumed she threw it away long ago.Her fingers gently traced the doll's chipped button eyes as she spoke in a barely audible whisper. "Juliet, they're treating me really well now."Her fingertips paused over the doll's chest. "But why does it still feel so empty in here?"At that moment, looking at that battered doll through her eyes, I felt as though I were staring at myself—a hollowed-out substitute.Both of us had been trapped by this fake love, caged in our own separate prisons.Late the following night under the soft glow of t
Stole My Sight, Lived My Life Chapter 7
Late at night, in the study, I focused all my consciousness and stared intently at the locked drawer of the desk.With a faint vibration, the lock popped open.Inside, there were no documents. There was only a faded hardcover diary and a carved wooden plaque.I picked up the plaque. Engraved on it were the words "Never Forget".The word "Never" was meticulously traced in gold powder, glittering with brilliance.Yet the word "Forget" behind it was faded and dull, like a footnote tacked on as an afterthought.Underneath the plaque was a thin slip of paper with Dad's handwriting. "Praying for Everly. Her eyes are the only thing we must never forget in this life."The date was the exact year they brought Everly back from the countryside and "officially" introduced me as her twin sister.I willed the diary open with my mind. Pasted on the first page were two tiny footprints, with the names "Gemma" and "Valerie" scrawled beside them in childish handwriting."Our little princesses ar
Stole My Sight, Lived My Life Chapter 6
Brielle was rushed to the hospital after Dad hurried to the scene.The diagnosis was a fractured left leg and a mild concussion.Dad handled everything impeccably, settling the medical bills in full and adding a generous compensation check on top.As he stood beside Brielle's hospital bed, his tone bore its usual calm composure, now tinged with subtle fatigue."Jessie has been emotionally unstable lately. I apologize on her behalf. We won't be needing a housekeeper for a while, so please focus on resting."Brielle nodded in silence, offering no blame.A few days later, Mom visited the hospital to see Brielle, accompanied by Dad.Dressed in an elegant long dress with a fruit basket in hand, she had returned to her usual gentle self. She sounded deeply remorseful as she said, "Brielle, I was too worked up that day and scared you. I am truly, deeply sorry."Her apology sounded sincere and composed.Yet I couldn't forget the way she had looked standing at the top of the stairs, he
Stole My Sight, Lived My Life Chapter 5
Before Grandma passed away, she had held my hand and said, "Juliet, if a soul leaves this world carrying heavy burdens, especially unaddressed wrongs and buried truths, it will wander the mortal realm until it lets go of its attachments or sees the truth behind what happened…"Looking at my transparent body floating in midair, I suddenly understood why I was still here.It wasn't that the Grim Reaper refused to take me, nor was it the mercy of God. It was simply that I couldn't bring myself to leave.The printed words on that medicine bottle acted like a rusted lock, chaining me tightly to the living world.I stared blankly at the peeling label on the floor, my spectral form feeling as though it had been plunged into an ice cave.Fleeing the kitchen, I bumped into Brielle in the hallway. She was holding the scarf I had given her.Mom walked over, glanced at it, and said, "Throw it out. She's gone anyway. Looking at it just ruins my mood."Brielle looked conflicted. Her lips part
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