Why people always have the things that I can’t even reach?
“What… what did you say?”
“Us two are going to get marry soon.”
You guys won’t know how I feel…
I love my sister, but at the same time, I hate her too.
Why she always get those things that are so far from me!
We have the same parents, but why is it only me that inherited our father’s red hair?
“Your hair is so pretty. Pretty as flowers.”
That is the first time, I started to love my red hair.
It’s the first time, I learnt how to love others, other than my sister.
Have you ever imagined how I felt, when I noticed you two are in an intimate relationship?
My sister knew I love him.
No matter how dull you are, it wouldn’t be that hard to realize that isn’t it?
Yes… I’m sure you realized that started from long time ago, but you just can’t lie to yourself.
You can’t hide your feelings, you can’t ignore them.
That’s what you want to say, isn’t it?
I know, humans are selfish.
You always say how much you love that person, what can you do for them, but eventually you’re doing those things for your own good only.
“Ann… I’m really”
“Don’t say that. Please, just don’t say anything. I know what you’re thinking, but let’s just let it go over.” I put my finger on my sister’s lips, stopping her from saying those words I don’t want to hear.
At this moment, I don’t think it does worth to say anything.
After a period, I met another person. Another one that I might love.
Say it in truth, I started to go out with him because they looked alike.
I mean inside of him.
The personality kind of thing… not the looks.
They are both gentle and cultivated… and can tolerate when others cannot.
I feel like I am a human, when I’m with them.
Also, both of them all say they like my red hair.
Maybe all I want is just someone that can accept me, my own identity.
I want someone to stay beside me, who can just stare at me only.
Maybe this is only what I want.
“Angelina… will you stay with me forever?”
I answered him “yes”. Indeed I still can’t understand why he would ask me to marry him.
He just knew it, that I’m always looking through him, seeking for someone else.
The person living in my heart… couldn’t be him.
“Watch out…! Ann!”
On a sudden day, our carriage crashed with somebody’s car.
Our baby has gone. So as he.
Don’t leave me alone. Didn’t you said that we’re always together?
Then why are you gone?
Didn’t you said you don’t mind who do I love?
“Is it just a joke? Urh…!” Can’t control myself, I swing off the flowers and other items and they fall on the floor.
“Don’t… calm down! Ann! Angelina!” “She’s right, calm down sweetheart.”
“Hahah… calm down? You two tell me to calm down?! How can I do that? I’ve got nothing now! Nothing! Not my husband, not my baby! Not even my… uterus! I can’t have another baby anymore!”
I’ve just realized that getting use of someone is so terrifying.
I needed that person… a lot more than I’ve ever thought.
When did this all happen? When did I start to put my eyes on him?
Oh… no, I should know that more than the others.
It was until the accident, I still didn’t feel his importance.
Maybe it is just as usual that people always request something that they can’t touch.
The further they are, the more you love it… and hatred.
Those things that are close to you are like rubbish.
I think those untouchables seem beautiful because you can’t get close to them… and you know nothing about them.
Humans are not perfect.
They just can’t be!
People won’t recognize how precious they are… until they’ve lost them.
“Rachel… Vincent……”
I can’t believe… who is it… how could they do this to me?
Is it that entertaining to take people from me, one by one?
What do I have left…?
I became a doctor, after I’ve lost all my loves.
At least I want to do something for the others… so that they can live happily.
However… I’ve just found out that all the humans are rubbish.
They’re meant to die.
What kind of women are they? They just throw away those things that other people can’t have.
How can they say that? Babies couldn’t make choices by themselves but they are still alive.
Those husband stealers are wicked witches.
If you don’t want them, don’t go to bed with men.
If this is the case… I’ll do it by myself.
I will get rid of all of those bad women.
If you don’t want them I’ll get rid of them… but you’ll have to go with them.
”Go to hell!!”
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