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“The right thing; I will let him go and hope he doesn’t punish you or Dad for it when he comes for me.”
My stomach twists, and I feel bile rise in my throat.
I know it’s only a matter of time before Soren finds out if he hasn’t already. My mind races as panic takes hold. What will he think of me? How could I have been so careless?
I pull out my phone, my fingers trembling as I type a message to Soren. I know what I need to do, even if it tears my heart
apart.
Please don’t hate me. I wish I could have explained what I wanted to. But I can’t do this anymore and now it’s hurting you and Max. We need to cancel the engagement though I know you would have by now. Sorry.
I hit send before I can change my mind, the weight of finality. crashing over me. Almost instantly, my phone rings, Soren’s name flashing on the screen. I let it ring out before sending. another message.
I will have your car sent back, don’t worry I am not stealing it.
With a heavy heart, I switch my phone off, cutting myself off from the world outside. The silence envelops me, but it doesn‘ t bring the comfort I hoped for. Instead, I feel more isolated
than ever.
As the news continues in the background, I wrap my arms. around myself, trying to fend off the chill creeping into my
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bones. I know I’ve made the right choice, but the decision. weighs heavily on my heart. I can only hope that Soren will understand and that he will eventually see the truth behind the lies. But for now, all I can do is wait and see if any part of my life can be salvaged. After a lingering glance at my mother, I quietly retreat down the hallway. My eyes are drawn to a door at the end, slightly ajar. It was a room I have avoided since arriving here- my sister’s room. With a deep breath, I push open the door.
The room is untouched, frozen in time like an exhibit in a museum dedicated to a childhood lost too soon. The walls are painted in soft pastels, adorned with posters of long-
forgotten cartoons and sketches of wildflowers that my sister loved to draw. My heart aches as I take in the neatly made bed with pink sheets and the array of stuffed animals perched on top, their glassy eyes staring back at me.
I step further inside, my gaze landing on my sister’s desk against the wall, cluttered with textbooks and notebooks filled with drawings–each page a snapshot of her
imagination, abruptly halted by fate’s cruel hand. I can almost hear her laughter echoing within these four walls, a sweet sound that feels like a distant memory.
The sunlight filters through the lace curtains, casting dancing shadows across the room, and I feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. I gingerly pick up a porcelain doll from the desk; it was her favorite.
I remember how we used to play together for hours. Holding it now feels like holding onto a piece of her, a fragile reminder of the bond we shared, one only sisters can share; sisters are your first friend, and to lose her, I lost my best friend, but not only that, I lost my parents who were never the same after
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Tears well up in my eyes as I look around the room once more -everything is perfectly preserved, as if waiting for her to return. It’s clear that our parents never got over their grief; every item in this room serves as both a tribute to their cherished daughter and a reminder of their loss.
Sorrow washes over me, a tidal wave of longing for my sister- more than just for myself but also for what could have been. All those possibilities are trapped in this room.
I place the doll back on the desk, my heart heavy with memories and unfulfilled dreams of the future she should have had. I freeze as the door creaks open. Mom steps into the room, her eyes widening.
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