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Vanessa

I flick through the hundreds of channels on the gigantic tv before me. It's been only about 45 minutes since Logan left, and I'm bored out of my mind. I already cleaned the entire kitchen and put the waffle iron away, so I'm left with random football replays and a creme brûlée recipe on the cooking channel that I will never make.

Huffing, I stand up and wander around the contemporary apartment. I skim through dozen of old vinyls on the bookcase. 

After making it through all the vinyls, I look through various books and pictures on the other shelves. Skimming through the photos, I eyes stop at one of them.

The photo contains looks to be taken at a beautiful beach, with clear blue waters and gorgeous white sand.  In the photo, I see two people.  One of them must be Logan when he was six or seven.  I can't help smile at the adorable kid laughing in the photo.  By the side of the miniature Logan stands a beautiful women.  With her wavy brown locks and charismatic smile, I immediately see the resemblance between the two.  They look so happy just to be together, so complete.  My eyes start to water.

I close my eyes as I image her.  My mother, the one who made me feel like home and complete. I smile at the thought of her. Her hazel eyes just the same as mine, and her dimples on the both sides of her cheeks.

I miss her.

I miss her so much.

Sometimes I just wish I had one more one more hug, one more kiss, one more 'I love you', just one more complete moment.

I let the a tear fall out through my closed eyes.  Quickly, I wipe the tear away.

This was a bad idea.  I should just go home.

Opening my eyes, I walk into the guest bedroom and make the bed. Once I grab my shoes, I head out towards the living room.

"Who are you?"

I jump at the sound of another voice. Turning to the kitchen, I realize I'm not alone. A young woman, with orange juice in hand, sits in the kitchen staring at me the way I'm staring at her.

"Who are you?" I repeat to her.

"I asked you first," the unknown woman responds, "Well..."

"Vanessa," I say to her, "who are you?"

"Alessandra," she says, "Logan's girlfriend"

My eyes widen.

He has a girlfriend! What the fuck. What the actual-

I stop my internal rant when I see Alessandra laughing her head off. She even reaches the point of have to put her orange juice down because she would spill it if she didn't.

"Wow," she says between the laughing and wheezing, "I really got you.."

When she sees I'm still confused as hell, she continues.

"I'm Logan's sister."

Relief washes over me.

"Oh"