~Sienna~I woke up in the room, looking around like a lost child. Back to Emiliano’s place again. How long have I been gone? I stepped down from the bed and headed to the door. I opened the door and walked to the inner balcony. From there I saw Ginevra weeping with Emiliano comforting her. She must be missing Luna. I have never seen sisters so concerned about each other before. What is the essence of me coming back then? I got no home, no parents, no siblings, no lover, I have lost everything. It’s better to stay in the other world than living a lonely life. Luna has everyone, she has her sister who cares about her so much. I lost Emiliano already, it won’t be fair interfering in his relationship anymore. It’s my fate and I got to accept it. I sighed and returned to the room. I lay back on the bed, supplicated a few words, and went back into a deep sleep. I have learned a lot from my Master Lyon. Yeah, I met a master in my darkness, he taught me a lot about the other world. At least,
When Luna was killed, Ginevra’s life turned upside down. Luna was her everything, not just a sister. The bond she shared with her was beyond the world’s imagination. When she tried to commit suicide, she found solace in the care of Emiliano who saved her from drowning. She later got married to him. Then Luna returned in the body of a familiar face. Her mind is set on revenge that will either brighten Ginevra’s future or ruin it completely.********************* ~Ginevra~ It was still early in the morning. The snow was vivid, drifting drops of cold water on my skin. I got goosebumps, on my arms and face. My legs were already benumbed as I stood over the cliff, staring mutely at the ocean and across the valley. My eyes were red and aching. Blinking became a hard task for me. The painful sensation in my red eyeballs was more than what the cold was causing me. I stood there, finding it hard to keep my gaze because of the snowdrops, and shutting my eyes because of the shooting pain. My a
I was suddenly in the middle of the road, an expressway. I was wearing a black flared gown. I was practically doing nothing, just staring across the road, mournful, with no tears, just a blank heart. The atmosphere was hazy, leaving room for some spine-chilling sensation. The weather was cold, tickling my face and sinking deep into it. I tried to blanket myself from the cold. The environment was abandoned, with no vehicles, no people, only old, ramshackle flat buildings. I looked far into the foggy distance, I pierced my eyes through it, and I could see a person, a lady in an all-white dress. She was moving towards me, I only stared with myriads of unexpressed emotions. I felt my broken heart breaking free and lively. I smiled inwardly, my face now brimming. What kind of magic effect has the all-white dress lady had on me? As she moved closer, I could see her face faintly, I could tell she had a mixed sorrow and joy smile on. Her hair, was black, shiny, in beautiful waves, and falling
I was now in my second year at the university. I wasn’t a popular girl, but I got an enemy. He was a final-year student. His name was Miguel. I never did anything wrong to him, yet he became obsessed with bullying me in the name of love. Yes, he claimed to be in love with me and he wants me to develop the same feelings for him under pressure. I have never fallen in love, even if I will, it will never be with a tout like Miguel. He was a notorious criminal, yet never caught. My heart always forces itself out of my chest whenever I see him. His sight was that terrifying. I wanted as much to relate my ordeal with Luna, but I held back. I didn’t want her to get into trouble for my sake.One night, I sat on an armchair close to the window, staring into the deep blue sky and smiling at myself. The full moon alone brightened up the sky with twinkling stars saying hello. I lifted my hand to the sky, doodling to form a beautiful shape. I got a favorite star, I called it the crescent moon. I l
When we reached home, I changed my wet dress and joined Luna in the kitchen to fix dinner. I started with the dishes while Luna cut the vegetables.“You shouldn’t allow yourself to be mistreated by anyone, especially not your college mates,” Luna said, glancing at me and then back to the veggies.“I couldn’t fight them, Luna, she got a team,” I said. I never learned to fight like Luna, possibly because I believe she will always defend me.“She got a team, you got your strength,” she said, focusing on me, and I looked at her. “It’s not about how many they were, it’s about you developing the courage and strength to defend yourself.”Luna turned back to the vegetables. I returned to washing the dishes.“How will I learn when you always take care of everything about me?” I muttered to myself.“You said?”“Nothing,” I denied, starting to rinse the dishes. She shook her head and went on to check the boiling spaghetti.The following day. I was on campus, seated on a long bench, and r
***My eyes were aching now. It was late into the witching hour. I have been yawning a thousand times with tears leaking out of my eyes. My savior seems to be fine. I looked at him. Our eyes locked in a gaze.“You will continue some other time, okay?” he smiled at me. I sleepily smiled back. “Let’s go inside,” he said. He helped me down the swing and we headed inside.The morning sun poured through my window, fixating its golden rays on my face. I opened my eyes, using my hand as a shield from the sunlight. I sat up on the bed, my arms grazing the ceiling as I yawned widely. I swung my feet to the floor and stood up. I entered the bathroom to freshen up. I was gradually regaining my skin’s radiance. My hair was now more lustrous, and the hyperpigmentation on my skin was now less visible. Ginevra will be beautiful again. I always reminded myself. As the lukewarm water fell on my body, I remembered Luna. The day I was drenched by Lizzy unde
That night, I sat on the bed, fondling Phoenix’s fur. The creature has a special aura around it. From its black gleaming eyes to its innocent look, everything was simply special about it.“Phoenix?” I called. “Do you know why I named you Phoenix?” I asked and it made a meow sound. I bet it didn’t know. “I will tell you. I named you Phoenix because if by chance you ever leave me, you will come back for me. Phoenixes don’t die once, they will always be back,” I said sadly. Phoenix was listening to my emotional expression. It simply kept its gaze on me, looking maybe sad or concerned. I sighed. “You know, Phoenix, my sister left me. She never came to my rescue like she used to. With each passing day, I wish she could come back for my sake. Crescent moons do reappear, right? I still hope Luna emerges like a wildflower and come in search of me,” I poured out and sighed. Phoenix didn’t meow this time. It sounded like “aww!” I held it close to myself while still massaging its soothing fur.T
After some minutes, Emiliano calmed himself down. He shouldn’t have overreacted. He thought. He went in search of Ginevra. He got his knuckles wrapped with a bandage. Blood was still visible on the wound. He entered Ginevra’s room, no one was there. He looked around the bathroom, the closet, and under the bed. Why? No one was there. “Go!” his own words echoed in his ears. Where could she have gone to? He shouted out her name severally. He descended downstairs. He shouldn’t have told her to go. Where has she gone to? Where does she know? Why did he send her out to danger? What if she tries drowning herself again? He won’t ever forgive himself. Emiliano’s thoughts jumbled. Where will he begin searching for her? She was not around the room. He went outside to the gazebo, he didn’t see her.I was seated on the ground, close to the flowers with Phoenix beside me. I was confused. Luna appeared on every page of the journal. Emiliano got furious because he saw me with the journal. What was i