At night, I sang a lullaby to Ginevra and she slept off peacefully. I went out, closing the door gently. I descended downstairs. Emiliano was in his room. I decided to take a walk. I went out, walking down the sidewalk. Few people passed me by, chatting or silently walking like me. I ambled for some minutes before deciding to sit down on a street bench. I sat down, and looked from side to side, recalling all the awful moments I experienced. The torture of being separated from the one I loved the most. Tears streamed down my cheeks. It honestly hurts. The constant pang that was left in my heart, not knowing if my beloved was okay or not. It was worst than the death of my parents. I held my chest as I cried bitterly. No amount of tears shed can ever take away the pain from my heart. “It’s okay, child,” I heard a frail voice of an old man. I turned to my side and he was seated right beside me. I shifted away. He had jet-black hair with stripes of faded white hair. His hazel eyes shimme
In the morning, Emiliano went to work without notifying Ginevra. I made sure my face was clean of the fight with Emiliano. I went to meet Ginevra in her room. She was seated in front of the vanity table, touching her face and admiring her look.“Good morning, beauty,” I smiled, moving close to her. She turned to look at me with a bright smile.“Good morning, Ana.”I stood behind her, running my fingers through her hair. “How was your night?” I asked.“Not bad, I slept well,” she responded. I stood mute for a while. I sighed. Should I tell her about Emiliano? Will she even believe me? “Are you okay?” Ginevra queried, staring at me in the mirror.“What are your plans for today?” I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders.“Plans?” she smiled. “You and Emiliano won’t let me do anything, so my plans for today are to eat, read, and sleep as usual.”“That is a bigger plan,” I declared and we laughed.I went to see Maximo later on. He was getting better. Not that the bruises are gone
She got down from the bed and moved back to the wall, carefully staring at me and hugging herself. I stood up, taking a reluctant step toward her. She seems scared and I’m not ready to increase that.“D…don’t…don’t come close to me,” she warned, pointing a finger at me. I stopped in my tracks, hinting at her to calm down.“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, it’s me, I can explain,” I assured. She shook her head continuously.“Don’t come near me,” she uttered, pinning herself closer to the wall. “Emi, where are you? Please, save me,” she sobbed.“Just listen to me, Ginevra. Don’t be scared. I can explain. What do you want to know to confirm that it’s truly me?”She continued staring fearfully at me. I watched as she took a deep breath, calming herself down and gazing deeply at me. Her heavy breathing reduced.“Hmm! What was my favorite star's name?” she asked. I smiled.“Crescent moon,” I replied, taking a step toward her. “She shines the brightest because you view her as Luna, your l
After breakfast, we sat in the gazebo with glasses of apple and orange juice respectively for me and Luna. I sipped from my glass of apple juice while she watched me with an unending smile.~Anabel~I stared at my sister with so much joy and peace of mind. Thank God she believed me. Though I know she was still scared, my narration might lift that fear off her mind.“So, can you, uh, can you tell me…how you entered Sienna’s body?” Ginevra asked, carefully voicing out her words. I sighed.“It’s the amulet,” I said.***Right before I died, my amulet was cut off my neck by the villains. Maybe they thought that was what gave me the strength I normally use in defending myself. It was flung onto the next street. Then the final hit slammed my head. I thought I was gone forever, but my soul never reached the afterlife. It wandered between the heavens and the earth. I was lost. Why wasn’t my soul crossing the bridge between the heavens and earth? It was deep, cold, and unfavorable. Then
~Anabel~The following day, I sat with Ginevra on her bed. She insisted I continue my story. I sighed and continued in flashback.***I was happy with my new family. The grandma and son won’t give a minute not to make me smile and even roll in the aisle sometimes. “Grandma, I’m off for hunting now!” Rocco announced, setting his hunting materials in his bag outside.“Okay, son, be careful,” the grandma cautioned. I went out to meet Rocco.“Hey, I want to go with you,” I said. He stood mute for a while, staring at me with a peal of held-back laughter. I looked confused at him.“Ha, ha, ha!” he burst out laughing. I scowled at him.“Why are you laughing?” I asked, cuffing him on the shoulder.“Um, uh, you are funny,” he continued laughing.“What’s funny in it?”“Ahem, look Anabel, hunting is not for women, it’s men’s job, so you can’t go with me,” he declared.“You think so?” I asked, pissed off, jerking his hunting gun from his hand. I aimed it at a flying bird.“Boom!” I
In the late afternoon, I decided to continue my story. I sat with Ginevra in the gazebo, she had her head resting on my shoulder as we sat beside each other.***When I woke up, it was late in the night. Everywhere was dark, only the shaft of the moon that penetrated the trees shone on the woods. My head aches. I held my head, everything was blurry, I staggered around where I was. I was still in the wood. I grunted, trying to climb up the slope from where I was. I was weak. I fought with the rocks, hills, and leaves. I was finally up. I ran through the woods, going back to the hut. I was sure how to get there, but I continued running, following my legs to where it led me. I fell and stood up again. I got my foot stuck to a rope-like small plant. I fell again. I disentangled my food, grunting as I stood up, continuing my run. Then I was faced with the hut. I stopped running and shuffled down to it instead. I reached the hut and saw Rocco still lying on the ground, dead and cold. I drop
“It’s okay,” Ginevra sniffed, disengaging the hug. “Continue,” she urged. I smiled. She was so determined to hear all my stories. Who wouldn’t anyway?***After killing Tommaso, I decided to go to the city instead. I left the woods in the morning. I reached the town, I went to my grandma’s house, I couldn’t find Ginevra. I went to my old family house, I still couldn’t find her. I cried all day, I didn’t know how she was faring, what had happened to her after my death. Everything just overwhelmed me. After a few days of wallowing in self-pity, I composed myself. I went out, walking the street, holding Ginevra’s photo and asking a few people if they had seen her. No one claimed to have seen her. I was sad, my heart was heavy with the pain of losing my only sister. I sat down on a street bench, hugging Ginevra’s photo and crying bitterly.“Sienna?!” a lady exclaimed cheerfully, sitting beside me. She wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug. I was confused. But then it dawned on me th
The following day, Ginevra was seated on the bed while I sat on the vanity stool, facing her, and I continued my narration again.***After we returned home at night, I sat with Audrey in my room. She wanted to talk to me about something.“So, what do you want us to talk about?” I asked.“Hmm. Well, I don’t know if it’s right for you, but I think, um, I think you should start working again,” Audrey suggested. She stopped for a while, staring at me to see my reaction. She continued when I said nothing. “It’s not that I’m considering you…like, you know, like considering you a bother, it’s certainly not that. I just want you to socialize again, maybe that might help you regain your memory,” she suggested. I was mute for a while, letting her suggestion sink deep into my head.“O…okay,” I breathed out. “I love your suggestion. It’s great…but what job do I start?--- You already said my former boss made sure I don’t surface in any hospital as a nurse again,” I said.“Hmm… that’s right,” she
~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,
Just then, a knock came on the door. He stopped, his eyes turned to the door and the knock came up again. “Who is there?” he grunted. “Someone wants to see you, boss,” one of his men sounded from behind the door.“Who is it?” he queried.“He wouldn’t say his name, boss,” the man stated.“You stay here,” he groaned in my ear and went to the door. The moment he opened the door, he was pushed back, hitting his back against the wall and the knife fell from his hands. I turned my head to the door, Emiliano stood at the door, holding a handgun and aiming it at Mariano. The guard that was speaking fell dead. Maximo showed up. A smile flashed to my face, seeing my people come to defend me. I have never been defended before, this feels like a whole new beginning in my life.“Move it!” Emiliano ordered, aiming the gun straight at Mariano’s head. They indeed look super alike. I couldn’t find a distinction, except for the clothes they were putting on, or possibly the emotion in their eyes.
It has been a week since I started going out with Mariano. It’s becoming overwhelming, coupled with the fact that he desperately wishes to take me to bed. So frustrating. I can’t handle it anymore, it’s not okay mingling with my murderer. Time for the big show. I freshened up and dressed up in the most seductive dress I could lay my hands on. It was a sparkling deep blue short gown that seems to be hanging out my butt. I heated my hair to curl up and applied heavy makeup. I stepped into my high heels and stood up. I put a small knife into my purse.“Do or die again, Luna. This is your chance,” I reminded myself with a slight chuckle and headed out. I descended downstairs, taking each step with elegance like an awaiting queen. Emiliano’s eyes turned to me. He began staring at my transformation. Thank God Ginevra wasn’t there, I don’t wish to deal with jealousy before beginning my revenge today. I stepped down the last staircase and Emiliano swallowed hard. I raised one of my eyebrows.
I returned home, shuffling into the living room. Ginevra was pacing up and down, holding her phone. She stopped abruptly and hurried to me.“Are you fine?” she asked, holding me. I nodded and sighed. “Did you see him? Did you recognize him?” Ginevra queried.“No, we lost him,” I said and sighed, collapsing onto the couch. Ginevra sat with me.“How come?”Well, we waited patiently for him at the restaurant where he stopped. He didn’t come out till we fell asleep,” I explained.“Oh, that means you didn’t even get to talk to him at all, right?”“Exactly.”“Hey, you are back. How did it go?” Emiliano queried, handing a cup of tea to Ginevra.“We lost him,” I said simply and stood up. “We will try our luck next time. Getting to know his place is my priority right now,” I declared and started walking away. Emiliano held my wrist and I turned abruptly to face him.“I will help you…no matter what,” he assured. I nodded and headed upstairs. Ginevra stood up and moved close to Emiliano
Maximo accepted with a nod and carried Luna up. I followed him to Luna’s room and he laid her down.“What will happen now?” Maximo asked. “Huuuhhh!” I sighed heavily. “She will wake up. Please, stay with her,” I told him.“Uh, sure,” he accepted and sat down on the bed. I headed out. I opened the door and glanced back at them before going out. I went downstairs to meet Emiliano. He was seated on the couch in the living room, staring at the door. I sat beside him.“I’m sorry,” I said and he looked at me. “It’s…it’s just hard…I don’t know what to say, sweetheart, but I’m sorry. I believe you,” I apologized and he smiled.“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. I understand. Even though it hurts that you thought I was a murderer, it’s still fine,” he said and smiled. I snuggled closer to him, he held me and kissed my hair.“Do you think you…uh, you have a twin?” I asked, lifting my eyes to look at him. He paused, staring into space for a few seconds. I released myself from his h
“That’s it! It’s him, it’s Emiliano!” I groaned, turning away from the screen. “That scumbag!”“Emiliano?” Freda sounded and I looked at her. “But his name is Mariano,” Freda added and shrugged her shoulders at my confused stare.“His name is Mariano? “ I asked and she nodded.“At least that was what he told me,” Freda stated.I brought out my phone. I opened my camera to film the video. “Play it again,” I told Maximo. He replayed the video while I recorded it. “Thank you, Aldo,” I appreciated Aldo. He smiled. “Let’s go,” I told Freda and Maximo. We returned to the car.“What will happen now?” Maximo asked. “We will take her back home. Any silly move, I will get flowers for her funeral,” I told Maximo while intently intimidating Freda. Her heartbeat began heaving up and down again.“I will do anything you say,” she reassured.“Any smart move, don’t forget I’m still a reincarnated soul,” I added and she gasped. Maximo moved off.I placed a call to Ginevra, telling her I won’t
“Do you remember Luna?” I queried, interrogatingly staring deep into her eyes like the shaft of the sun over a deep blue ocean. She went as quiet as still water with only the sound of her heart banging her ribcage. She stared at me, confusion wearing off the weight of fear from her heart. “You remember her?” I asked again, relaxing against the chair, giving her room to rack her brain. She intently shook her head. “Well, let me tell you a story, maybe then you can remember,” I said and sat up. “About a year ago, you called Luna, a photographer, you wanted her to shoot at your fake wedding. She believed you and traveled down to Naples. On the night of her arrival, a villain, the man she feared most in her life stormed into her hotel room. Now guess who showed up when she tried to escape,” I narrated. Her chest began heaving up and down again. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, clustered sweat rushing down her temple.“I…I…I…” she tried to speak, but no other words came out. I gave
~Ginevra~I sat with Emiliano in the living room. He was holding me close in comfort. Since the confrontation earlier, Luna hasn’t shown up. I wonder where she went. I clutched Emiliano’s shirt. I was shuddering from within. My breathing hitched. Luna wasn’t taking her calls. Did she leave like she wanted? I was scared to lose my sister again.“Calm down, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry, she must have gone out to clear her head,” Emiliano comforted.“But why isn’t she taking her calls?” I sobbed and sniffed.“She will be fine. If she doesn’t come back before 9 PM, I will go look for her, okay?” Emiliano soothed, patting my shoulder gently. I nodded against his chest.Then the door creaked open. Luna entered. I sprang up, flitting to the door. Emiliano stood up.“Where have you been?” I queried more like scolding, grabbing her hand. “I was worried, I thought you left,” I calmed my voice.“I’m sorry, I went to see a friend,” Luna said as we headed to Emiliano.“Who is that?” I asked
I couldn’t shoot him. I shot at the wall. I dropped to my knees in tears. Ginevra slowly removed her hands from her ears, carefully turning around to look at Emiliano. She looked back at me. She rushed down to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, crying.“Calm down, crescent moon, I understand how you feel,” Ginevra sobbed. I sniffed. I couldn’t shoot Emiliano because of Ginevra. I love her so much to do anything for her. How could I kill the father of her unborn baby? All the vengeance and pain accumulated in my heart and it hurts. It felt like a brick was thrown at my heart when I decided not to shoot him because of Ginevra. Emiliano shuffled to us. Ginevra held me up.“We can sort this out, Luna, I honestly didn’t kill you, believe me,” Emiliano soothed. I cast a glare at him. Ginevra held my hand tightly. “I have never killed anyone, Luna, never in my life,” Emiliano stated.“Believe him, Luna, he didn’t kill you, I can vow he didn’t,” Ginevra added. My chest heaved up and down