“I thought, do you want to move on with her? Why are you still pursuing her?” Rye asked.Brady and Rye relaxed beside the pool, adding their feet to the cool water to feel better. There was a sparkling swimming pool to the left of their house. Brady successfully snooped through Cassie’s social media accounts while they enjoyed a beer.Brady said, “I can’t believe what Cassie told me, man.”“Do you think there’s a deeper reason why Cassie turned down your advances?” Rye asked. “Maybe you just can’t handle it, dude!”Brady took his eyes off his phone and looked at something else. He carefully put the device close to the pool to make it easy to reach.“Nah, man, that’s not what it is. After the party, Cassie seemed off in some way. The next morning, she wasted no time telling me she didn’t feel the same way. Hey buddy, didn’t you see us at that party?” Brady askedRye couldn't say a word because his lips were closed. He enjoyed the excellent taste of a beer, and then his attention was pul
“Oh, your other twin is completely different from you! You seem more feminine than her,” Rye said, chuckling.Khali exited the swing gracefully, making every motion effortless. Brady and Rye studied her, curious yet suspicious. To avoid blocking her, they maintained their distance. Khali has numerous activities and likes. She enjoys innumerable things. She likes paragliding most.“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t want to believe that my sister is feeling suicidal. She enjoys many different sports, but her favorites are the ones that put her life in danger,” Brady said.When Brady gazed at Rye, a weird stillness fell. While watching Rye, he noticed Khali stroll elegantly toward them. Her long, wavy hair blew in the breeze despite being tied in two ponytails.Brady chuckled softly as Rye looked at her sister.“Are you sure you don’t have any feelings for my sister?” Brady asked,Rye shifted his gaze toward Brady. “Yes! Your sister exudes an air of superiority. She is completely ignoring m
“Howdy, folks!” Khali said, smiling.Khali woke up as the first rays of sunlight broke through the curtains. She could feel the gentle pull of a new day. She got up from bed with a clear head, ready to make the most of her time at school. As she started her morning routine, the cool, fresh air woke her up and prepared her for the challenges and chances ahead. It was Rye that the user noticed when she walked into the dining room to eat her breakfast. For a split second, their eyes met, but Khali broke the link first, making him seem like he wasn’t there for her.With a big smile, Remy walked up to her and put a glass of milk in front of her.“Hey, Khali, have you had a chance to talk to your mom?” Remy asked.“No, not yet. Why?” Khali asked.“They’re taking you to Singapore,” Brady added.“What?” Khali and Rye exclaimed at the same time.There was a short but essential pause when Rye and Khali looked at each other. Remy and Brady looked at each other with knowing eyes twinkling with lau
Khali was in a bad mood, which could be felt in the heavy air as Brady and Rye walked to the cafeteria. Her face showed she was profoundly thinking as she looked into the distance. Khali sat quietly in the backseat of the car on the way home. There was no sign of worry on her face. Rye and Brady looked at each other and felt a quiet understanding.“Hey, sis, what’s up? Is there something wrong?” Brady asked.A calm feeling came over them as the sun’s golden rays slowly fell toward the faraway horizon. The day's busy events were behind them, and they started their trip home. Rye found himself behind the wheel, holding it tightly in his hands. Brady sat beside him, a steady figure who would help and support them on their trip. In the back of the car, Khali was sitting down. She slowly turned around to look at her brother, but her eyes were still on her phone. The bright screen on her phone took up all of her attention.“Twelve weeks. That means three months?” In a calm tone, Khali spoke.
“I thought, do you want to move on with her? Why are you still pursuing her?” Rye asked.Brady and Rye relaxed beside the pool, adding their feet to the cool water to feel better. There was a sparkling swimming pool to the left of their house. Brady successfully snooped through Cassie’s social media accounts while they enjoyed a beer.Brady said, “I can’t believe what Cassie told me, man.”“Do you think there’s a deeper reason why Cassie turned down your advances?” Rye asked. “Maybe you just can’t handle it, dude!”Brady took his eyes off his phone and looked at something else. He carefully put the device close to the pool to make it easy to reach.“Nah, man, that’s not what it is. After the party, Cassie seemed off in some way. The next morning, she wasted no time telling me she didn’t feel the same way. Hey buddy, didn’t you see us at that party?” Brady askedRye couldn't say a word because his lips were closed. He enjoyed the excellent taste of a beer, and then his attention was pul
Khali: Hi Sherlock: Hi, how are you? Khali sat by her bedroom window. As the phone rang, her gaze appeared to be fixed on the world beyond the window, though it was difficult to discern for sure. Sherlock was Khali’s first friend, whom she encountered via text message. Khali has given him the name “Sherlock” as a nod to her admiration for the legendary detective, Sherlock Holmes. Khali: I am OK. What about you? Within a few seconds, Sherlock replied. Sherlock: I’m doing just fine. Khali remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the screen of her phone. Sherlock: Are you busy? Did I interrupt you? Khali replied to the message. She needs to talk to someone now because if she keeps thinking about Cassie’s condition, her ability will make her hurt again. Khali: No, not really. What are you having trouble with, huh? ‘How did he know I was having problems?’ Khali thought. The moment Khali dispatched the message, scarcely a second had elapsed. Sherlock had responded with the air of so
After many hours had passed, they finally arrived at their intended location. For two days and three nights, they secured a spacious home in the charming city of Baguio. “Khali, there’s a room available.” Coach Mark was on the verge of speaking, but Brady interjected and interrupted him before he could utter a word. “How many beds are there, coach?” said Brady. Coach Mark began to say, “Four double decks,” but Brady cut him off. “Khali’s room, coach!” said Brady. “There’s just one bed,” said Coach Mark, but he didn’t finish because Brady spoke. “You can put a mattress on the floor, right?” Brady asked. “Yes, it’s a big room,” said Coach Mark, but he couldn’t finish his sentence because Brady spoke up. “Pick up your stuff,” Brady told Khali and Rye. “The three of us will sleep in Khali’s room.” “What?” Coach Mark inquired, his voice laced with surprise. “Why are you going to sleep there? There’s lots of room for people to play.” “All of us here are men, and Khali is the only w
Surprised, Khali watched as Rye and Brady returned to their rented house in Baguio earlier than anticipated. She had an intuition that they would need a night to rehearse. Her heart raced as she turned the doorknob, expecting the freedom that awaited her outside. However, her plans were abruptly halted as she looked at the two men before her. In a flurry, Brady burst into the room. She gazed upon her twin, yet he remained unresponsive. Without delay, he proceeded directly to their chamber. Her gaze shifted towards Rye, who stood steadfastly by the door before turning towards the room where Brady had just entered. Just as she was about to inquire, the shrill sound of Rye’s phone interrupted the moment. Rye gazed at her intently, retrieved his phone from his pocket, and departed without speaking. After a brief moment, Khali turned her gaze towards Rye. As he strode past her, she stood outside the house. He stood on the roadside, his gaze fixed ahead as though anticipating the arrival