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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I rubbed my eyes underneath my glasses as I wait for Reese to get out of the bathroom. She doesn’t even want me to see her throwing up, squeezing herself on the bathroom floor. I hate how she is trying so hard to hide it from me like I am clueless about what is happening to her. If there is someone who knows exactly what she is having through, that’s going to be me.
“Reese? Love, are you done?” I asked and knocked on the door. “I’m coming in.”
It didn’t took her a few seconds to finally open the door. She had her hand pressed on her mouth and I immediately wrapped my arm around her. “Sorry.” She whispered and pressed her cheek against my chest.
I kissed her forehead and rubs her back. “Come on.” I whispered and lifted her up from there, letting her rest her head on my shoulder as I walk her to our bed.
“Thank you.” She said softly and pulls my hand to lay beside her. I didn’t protest and just get ourselves under our comforter and lay her head on my chest. I felt her sighed heavily as she makes herself comfortable beside me. I glanced at the illuminating clock on the bedside table and realized it’s 11 in the evening. She usually throw up at this hour and that is making me worry her more.
Even though I am completely against it, as she requested, we stopped her therapies for a while. She wanted to be free of it to prepare for our wedding that happened a week ago. And it’s been 3 days since that race happened between Jungkook and Lisa and she hasn’t waking up since then. Am I a horrible person to somehow feel relieved that she isn’t waking up? Yeah, I think so. My mind is too terrified about the chaos she brings. But I shouldn’t forget too that she was the main reason why I have the chance to be with Reese until at this point. If she hadn’t given her what she can, I might’ve lost Reese before I could even tell her that I love her.
“We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow.” I said, not letting her argue. “You have to resume your therapies, Reese. Don’t refuse because I am not asking your permission.”
She lifted herself with her weight on her elbow and looks at me. “You’re still mad at her.” She said, her voice sounded so soft that it almost like a whisper.
I sighed. “What do you expect me to feel, Reese? Overjoyed? She fucking kidnapped you, on our wedding day. Are you hearing that? Why can’t she give me that day? Why can’t she give me something that I could carry for the rest of my life?! Now what? That day became my worst nightmare. Even though you look so beautiful, I—” I paused when I felt my voice trembling. I looked away and take off my glasses, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
“Hobi.” She whispered and touched my cheek, making me look at her. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Reese. Why can’t you admit that it’s Lisa’s?” I answered, lowering my gaze this time. She cupped my face, her cold hands lifting my face to look at her again.
