For 16 years, Lisa is living under the name of her twin sister, Reese. She didn't have a name to keep. Reese is not born healthy and as her twin sister, Lisa became the source of her sister's life for years. The only identity that she can keep is be...
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✅ Hidden Chapters will be posted in a random time. These will be written in another's point of view other than the regular chapters I post. The POV will be mentioned on the title of the chapter itself. Most of the regular chapters are posted in Lisa's point of view at the present time. The timeline may vary too in these Hidden Chapters. Hope you guys won't get confused. Let me know what you guys think in the comments.
Borahae 💜
⚠️ Author's Note: This chapter contains mature contents. Please read at your own risk.
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I woke up with Reese's slight movement next to me. I heard her footsteps to the bathroom and I turned to look what time is it. The clock by the bedside table flashes 2 in the morning.
She woke up again.
She keeps waking up to throw up.
I released a heavy sigh and waited for her to be back on bed. But when she walked out the bathroom, she didn't lie down next to me. I heard her cough again and made her way out of our room. Making sure she shut the door as quietly as possible.
I cannot go back to sleep now and I decided to get up and get myself a glass of water. The whole house is dark but Yeji left the lampshades turned on that is why I don't mind walking to the kitchen to get myself a drink.
I looked for Reese around but she's not downstairs. I guess she's back to her gallery room. Like she always does. If she's not in her office, she's in there. I made her some tea to help her go back to sleep. When I reached her gallery room, I heard some soft melodies from her turning table. The door is not completely closed and I silently pushed it to get inside.
She is busy painting on her canvas. The soft sound that her brush makes whenever she strokes it on her canvas is just so therapeutic. All about her is therapeutic. After my long hours at work, this is what I come home into. And I have never been this happy going home.
She is in her silk white robe and her hair is pinned on the top of her head, using one of her clean brushes. My eyes fixed on her nape, that small scar caught my eyes. Even her scar, it looked beautiful in her. She looks perfect. How is that even possible?
I licked my lips and sighed. I don't know why but whenever I see her tie her hair up like this, I love staring at her nape. I love how those strands of her hair angles her gorgeous face. She always leave them down and it's always a new sight to me whenever she tie her hair up. Her skin is just so white and it looks so smooth too, I could just touch her skin all day and I won't even complain.
"Tea?" I finally said, making her flinch and turn to look at me.
"Kook." She called softly and looks at the tray in my hands with fresh green grapes and cups of teas.
"You woke up again." I said and places the tray over the table.
"I'm sorry, I woke you up. It's just a bad stomach." She said and pulls the paintbrush she used to pin her hair up. I watched her hair fell down her back and she brushed it down with her fingers.
