07.56 PM. JAN 31st 2015.
吴黎成
WÚ LÍCHÉNG
IT IS COLD TONIGHT. I bet Yifan is surrounded with warmth in his house. My hand moves smoothly, writing all the lyrics in my head on our journal. It is the drill of our 'siblings journal'. Yifan or I will start a verse then we'll continue the verse until it turned into one complete song.
Trapped inside a heart full of guilt
Stacks of sadness in my head is built
I'm sorry if I will eventually be killed
I'm sorry if I'll die, I'm sorry if I'll leave
I'm sorry if you'll cry, but please don't be
The door opens, revealing a woman with a mask covering her face. She closes the door as she gets in.
"Ms. Licheng, are you ready for the radiation therapy?" I take a look at the journal then back to her.
"No."
08.30 PM. JAN 31st 2015.
吴亦凡
WÚ YÌFÁN
MY SISTER IS UNCONSCIOUS ON THE SAME BED SHE HAS SLEPT SINCE A WEEK AGO. She wrote a short bridge after the addition I wrote on the second chorus.
I remember her, telling me it was not my fault when my friend's brother harassed me sexually. I remember the pain of feeling culpable that I was touched the way I did not want to. The lyrics showed the hypocrisy she has towards herself.
I am sorry if this is what she feels; guilty, knowing that it will shatter some hearts if her death occurs.
I stand up from the chair I was sitting on to go to the bathroom, leaving her on her bed alone. Locking the door, a reflection of me in the mirror shows me; the cold successful songwriter who has no one else, but his sister.
We never know our father. Our mother died when I was eighteen and she was thirteen. We were in Canada when Mom's soul has fully faded away.
We lived in Guangzhou. Where I worked hard, coming up with creative lyrics and composing styles, just for her until she turned eighteen. She moved to Seoul to pursue her dream as a songwriter and a producer.
If the time really comes where her last breath is exhaled, then she will be just twenty when her time is up.
Tears form a glossy layer on my eyes. It starts to slip on my cheeks. I hold onto the sink under the mirror, as if I could crumble into pieces without anything to hold on to.
I will be lonely without her.
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