Unlikely

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I can't believe this. That jerk is in town. In school for that matter. What have I done to deserve this?
I think, picking my lasagna. Thalia will kill me any moment from now if I keep playing with my food. Since cooking isn't our favourite thing to do, I understand.

I look up to find her staring down at her phone like she doesn't really care that I'm not eating. But I know better than to think she hasn't been watching me the whole time. This is what we do; gauge each other's emotions so we'll know how to comfort one another. Perks of having a twin, I guess.

I finally make up my mind to swallow the food even though I probably won't taste anything. Right now, I just want ice cream.
When the food begins to find its way into my mouth, someone decides to clear her throat.

"You know you don't have to eat right? Not like you're chewing your food but anyway, if you're going to make a mess in the bathroom...no more," Thalia says, and I think I see her trying to fight a smile. "Let's have ice cream instead, yeah?" She suggests. She tries to hide it but I know sometimes she cares more than she'd like to.

"Oh, thank you Kitty," I drop my head with a not-so-subtle thud on the table. "I have no appetite," I say, leaving the dining and finding my way to the living room, "I'll find something to watch while you get the ice cream," I yell and land on the couch.

"You could've just gotten it lazy ass. I was clearing the dishes. And mind you, I was enjoying my dinner before I brought you out of your misery of having to eat," she yells back. I hear her closing the fridge so I guess I can continue pressing buttons on the remote. Because my mind seems to be elsewhere. Bloody hell.

Thalia finally joins me on the couch with a giant bowl of ice cream and grabs the remote.
"You aren't possibly going to not allow me watch good television, are you?" She asks with a raised brow.

"Well, we'll see about that," I shrug, grabbing a spoon. After the first three scoops, my mouth and heart opened. And what an outburst it was.
"I mean, why is he back? He totally ruined me. Or does he have someone else to steal from?" I ask, and I can feel the tears threatening to spill, "I did nothing to deserve this. He turned my life into a freaking soap opera Thalia. And he didn't even have the balls to face me. I loathe him," and then the tears came rushing out.

"Oh darling. I understand you but he didn't ruin you financially like you want to believe. That's not what happened," my sister says, cradling my head in her arms "he broke your heart. And into a trillion pieces. He's not worth it but you have to start accepting that it wasn't just a game to you. You kinda fell for the guy," she whispers, smoothing my hair over with her hand, the ice cream, long forgotten.

"No, no, I did not. He's a criminal. He's not worth it. I couldn't have," I say, more to myself than to her. Something inside me still says I couldn't have fallen for him. We were such an unlikely pair to begin with. And I knew he was up to no good.

Thalia sighs and I feel she's smiling "No one cries like this over ice cream if they just feel anger from being robbed," she calmly states "and it's been more than a year. Plus, what he took didn't take a heart beat to replace. Think V...,"

And I think she was saying more but I'd rather not dwell on it for now. And right there in my sister's arms, I fell asleep with only memories clouding my dreams.

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