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they replied It was a guy and girl, they looked somewhat alike. “Are you siblings?” Hailey asked “because you people look alike,” “yes we are,” Stephen replied to her “I am Stephen by the way and she is Stephanie, my twin, “ he said “Oh! that explains the resemblance,” Hailey said as she took a small sip of alcohol from her glass “I am Hailey by the way,” she further added as she stretched out her arms a little, gesturing for a handshake.

She should have just texted that info to me privately. “You haven’t really said anything, You don’t have any request?” Steve asked me. “Nope! I’m good with everything,” I nodded as if they could see my head bobbing up and down. Leo texted me privately asking if I was really going, “I’m not sure, to be honest,” I replied. “I can’t deal with Trish and her sheeps alone?!!” she whined. “She is still coming?” I kicked off my shoes and sat on the bed, pulling my shirt over my head.

“Listen, if I’m heading back this way, could we meet again?” “Sure. I’d really like that.” Stephan gave me a quick hug before opening the car door for me like the gentleman he was. “Okay, I’ll give you a call in a day or two.” “Great. I’ll be waiting.” I started the car and pulled away. As I left, I rolled down my window and waved. “Bye, Hailey. Take care. Love ya!” Stephan called after me while I drove off. “I love you, too!”

I yelled at his retreating back, "WHY?? Why did you heed my words?? Don't you hate me for making your life a living hell?" Stephan stopped right at the exit of the door. I was breathing heavily, putting my hand over the glass barrier, waiting for him to give me an answer. I heard the soft chuckle from Stephan, and then a voice that was completely unlike his own. It was almost like I heard the innocent voice of high school student Stephan, coming out from the mouth of this twisted old man,

Once we were on the road, Steph directed me to where she lived. The sound of the air conditioning blowing cool air was the only sound heard in the silent car. "Why don't you pick a song for us to listen to?" I asked her, breaking the awkward air. She shrugged before connecting her phone to the car's Bluetooth. *Blinding lights by The Weeknd* filled the once silent atmosphere. "Nice" I commented before I began thumping my fingers along with the beat on the steering wheel. Stephanie was humming the song lightly while moving her head along with the beat. "Let yourself loose don't be shy." I smiled, moving my body slightly to the song.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

It was like my voice had abandoned me when I needed it the most. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” Tyler spoke up, his voice tight with restrained emotion. I didn’t have to look at him to know he was hurting just as much as I was. “I think you’re just angry with us. I understand that. We’ll give you time to—” “I said what I said, and I meant it,” Stephanie cut in sharply, leaving no room for interpretation. Tyler faltered, but only for a second. “You don’t understand how this works, Steph,” he insisted, stepping forward slightly. “You don’t just—”

“Probably. Who cares anymore, certainly not me.” Instantly a weird type of tension creeped up in the atmosphere making it unbearable for me to stay. Stephan’s deep breaths ringed until they slowed down when he sat down next to me in a certain distance. From my peripheral vision I saw he brought a towel towards his face to wipe off the excess. We both sat quietly until he broke it off again. “You know what, just be the person in the song. Your song. Maybe you’ll get your answers you seek for.” With that he got up and stormed off in the next door showers.

The expressions of everyone around him were filled with excitement and emotion. However, Stephen’s face was streaked with tears. He was not happy at all. Despite finally making it to the concert, he felt sad inside because he should not be here alone tonight. He should have been here with Snow, Lily, Jeremy, and Andy. “Stephen, are you crying?” someone asked beside him. Stephen snapped back to his senses. “It’s nothing. The song was too beautiful. I really admire the person who wrote it.” The person nodded. “Yeah, I just looked it up. The lyricist and composer was someone called Ethan Rivers. I feel like I’ve heard that name before.”

“For what?” “For letting life be light again,” I say. “Even when it’s tempting to stay on guard.” He reaches for my hand. “You showed me how.” The day itself arrives quietly. Too quietly, for something that feels so important. Steph leaves in the afternoon under the pretense of a meeting, wearing a dress she pretends she didn’t agonize over. Sawyer texts me three times in an hour, each message more nervous than the last. “What if she says no?” He types