same boat, different story

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im such a look at the stars and moon type of person, so I asked my sister Elle if she can spend time with me tonight, not so long she replied that she's quite busy tonight so I assumed that she would decline.

"ding dong . ding dong"

I didn't expect any visitor tonight so i'm quite confused who the hell rang the bell. Im used to kids playing with the buttons so I just let it pass

*ding dong. ding dong*

OKAY THATS IT! I got up to bed and walked all the way from my room to our main door and opened it, I was about to yell and nag about the kids but in my surprise I saw Elle standing infront of my door, with her messy bun, specs, oversized shirt and pajamas.

ooopx im spacing out again, I mean, if you were me you would be mezmerized of how beautiful my sister Elle is, not to mention her talents and values as a person. That girl is admirable —

Just as planned earlier we watched the stars — we did a little set up at our terrace, we always hang out here like a l w a ys , got some food and tasty drinks — we talk about a lot of stuff, we did some catching up and unfortunately we had our moment of silence.

"I remember, we used to spend our time here and talk about how we would build our family" she cackled as she wiped her tears flowing from her cheeks

"we're still family now, except that your mom and my father is married, not us" 

I answered as I hugged her tight, hearing all her sobs, the what if's and what could've been — if only our parents didn't meet, we should have been married by now.

I guess this is not a tragic love at all, lovers to siblings — to family.

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