Yolanda's standpoint
I drummed my fingers as I stared at dad smiling at his phone, obviously chatting with that witch. The stupid woman who thinks she is just like Vee. I hated her so much, but dad's subconscious have twisted and convinced him that she is Cookie. I have tried talking to him, for the pass eight months, but nothing was working. The more he missed the original Cookie, the more he believed he is in love with the new one, Carlina.
Can't he see how much she fakes?
Can't he see the malicious look in her eyes whenever she looks at Cookie's photos on the wall?
Why isn't he listening to me?
He forbade all of us from interfe
Diego's standpoint Valeria was playing one of her favorite songs from Tarta Turunen, her boring song. She was doing sit-ups. I on the other hand, held the punching bag Dora was punching aggressively. Over the months, the first thing she did when she woke up was stretch, exercise and train herself in martial art. It must have been a habit with her old life. Our guess is that Dora was a criminal or something related. She had fast agility and reflexes, could be extremely clever and smart when she wanted to, and yet annoying even when she didn't need to. Armando calls her a rare specimen, and she really is. It has been eight months since we moved to Finland, a year and eleven months since we found h
Cookie's standpoint I sang softly as I checked and bagged the customer's goods. I worked in a supermarket as a cashier. I really love my job, it was fun meeting new people and finding out information about places that helped my siblings. The owner of the shop really loved me because according to what I was told, since I started working here as a cashier, more customers had been patronizing the supermarket. There was another supermarket across ours, boss told me he came to ruin his business with a bigger supermarket. So, you know what I suggested for boss? Since my smile pulled a lot of people, we took photos of me smiling and holding products and made them into billboards placed allover Helsinki.
Cookie's standpoint The next customers came one by one until it was lunchtime and the last person I was to attend to before I go for lunch break came. 'Oh, hello,' I drawled smirkingly, leaning on the counter. 'If it isn't my old nemesis, still alive?' He rolled his eyes. It was Broccoli, Diego's best friend and fellow bandmate. Diego was in a band and sang in most bars, restaurants and small parties. 'Hi, Broccoli.' 'Again, it's Brooklyn.' 'Hello again, Broccoli.' I repeated. 'Why the fuck do you keep calling me that!' 'Why the fuck is your head shaped like a broccoli!' I e
Cookie's standpoint I combed my hair as I sang in the restroom. I was giving myself one final touch up before I leave for home. The walk from here to home is a long one, and you can never tell when you will meet your future husband. 'I've got something to confess Now I know exactly what happened And even though it hurts I've got to accept that you're not the bad one That would be me You never really got to know me And the magic that made you fall in love it's gone I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
Ted's standpoint I stared at Carlina as she ran around shrieking and clapping her hands, she is amusing but not as much as my Cookie, if only she was Cookie. I honestly had no idea why I was so attached to her, maybe because she was the only thing closest to Cookie that I could get. She smelt like her; almost like her, even went all color and teddy bear crazy just like her. Everything about her was almost like Cookie's, almost but not it. I really miss Cookie. But you must accept the fact that she is dead… My subconscious chipped in. I know. 'Maurice, vieni qui,' I called out to Maurice. He jogged over to
Carlos' standpoint 'Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque, sei, sette…' I counted as I waited for River's call. I gave him the name of the supermarket I saw Cookie's lookalike and asked he investigates on who she was. The day went on lamely. Me, just following Ted around as he worked, going through files and speaking business rubbish with people. I swear, watching time tick would have been better. I sighed, I was sitting outside the penthouse, waiting for the call and the maid who was to clean the house. 'Finally,' I breathed when my phone rang. I picked it up and answered the call. 'This better be good news.' 'Fabulous news!' He shrieked. 'Her name is Dora Valeroso, twin sister to someone named Darra Valeroso. In simple word
Cookie's standpoint It was all making sense, it was starting to make sense to me; why I loved him, why I cared so much about him when I had no idea who he was. How did I see him in the first place? Valeria told me about the stupid doctor who refused to treat me, the useless man who kept tossing my case away, so I would die. So, I decided to see who he was so I would hate him and maybe if I see him in the future, give him a piece of my mind. Sure, it sounds ridiculous, but something about his name kept urging me to see his face and when I did, I never got over it. At least, now I understand why I didn't. He kept staring at me with eyes wide with disbelief, and I can swear I saw panic in there. I didn't
Cookie's standpoint <Recap> 'I already hate you, Ame, there is nothing you can do to change that.' 'No, you can't hate me, you can't,' he said shakily. My heart melted at the sea of tears flowing down his cheeks. 'No, non mi odi, non mi odierai mai. Mi ami, Biscotto, mi hai promesso che mi avresti sempre amato. Non puoi odiarmi, non puoi perché mi ami e siamo destinati a stare insieme.' Obsess much. He pulled me back into his arms. 'Shhh, Coco, rilassati, sono qui