Pink Candy
The day my twin sister was found,
my parents decided that, to make up for everything she had missed, I had to sell all the love I had received over the past eighteen years to a memory bank and deposit the coins into an account set up exclusively for her.
My mother's hugs were worth 800,000 coins. My brother's protection was worth 900,000. My fated mate's marriage proposal was worth one million...
Every memory had a price.
If I refused to sell even one, I would be branded selfish and deemed unworthy of remaining in the family.
My Alpha father pushed the bill toward me.
“Ten million. All this love should have belonged to your sister in the first place.”
“She suffered out there for eighteen years, while you enjoyed eighteen years of love in her place.”
I thought they just wanted to teach me a lesson.
Until I discovered that once a transaction was completed, the memories sold to the bank could never be recovered.
After I sold the memory of my mother singing me to sleep, I could no longer recognize her voice.
After I sold the memory of my brother helping me through my first wolf-shifting, even seeing him injured stirred nothing in me but a sense of unfamiliarity.
And when I sold the memory of my fated mate proposing to me, he finally panicked.
Grabbing my hand with red-rimmed eyes, he asked why I couldn't even remember him.
I didn't answer.
Because I had already forgotten who he was.
For the final transaction, I sold the last memory I had left.
It was the night I was six, when my parents had shielded me with their own bodies at the risk of their lives and promised they would never abandon me.
I looked at the remaining balance on the bill and sold that promise, too.
Once the transaction was complete, my parents sent a message in the family group chat.
“Lydia, the test is over.”
“We were only afraid you'd become spoiled and refuse to accept your sister, so we wanted to see if you were willing to make sacrifices for her.”
I stared blankly at the messages.
I didn't recognize a single one of them.