02
Willow and I were twins.
She had a heart condition, frail and sickly,
while I was healthy.
Mom always said I’d stolen my sister’s
nutrients, that I had to protect her, make it up
to her.
I was obedient and felt guilty.
I always gave way to Willow.
The honor student award, the
recommendation spot for college, the student
council president position…
Anything my sister wanted, I would willingly
hand over.
Until Willow fell in love with my boyfriend,
Josh.
She cried and made a fuss, forcing me to
break up with him. When I refused, she
pressed a knife to her heart: “You made me a
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cripple! I just want Josh! Why won’t you give
him to me? You owe me this!”
My parents took turns persuading me.
But it always boiled down to-
“If it weren’t for you, your sister wouldn’t have
heart disease.”
“You owe her this.”
I was so angry then, I shouted, “Unless I’m
dead!”
I never thought it would be a self–fulfilling
prophecy.
Now, I really was dying.
And my parents weren’t planning to save me,
but discussing using my heart to complete my
sister’s health.
As for my boyfriend-
I struggled to open my eyes and looked at
Josh, not far away, walking over holding my
sister. Willow was crying in his arms, and
Josh was gently and affectionately comforting
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I gave a piller smile.
I suddenly remembered.
The reason for my car accident was a
breakup call from Josh-
“You knew Willow had a heart condition and
you still provoked her! Willow is such a kind
person, how could she have such a vicious
and cruel sister!”
“I was really blind to fall for you. We’re
breaking up.”
How ridiculous.
I gave in to Willow my whole life.
Just for once, I tried to stand up for myself.
And I became vicious and cruel.
In my last seconds of consciousness, I looked
at the four people in the distance.
I laughed self–deprecatingly.
My life was short, always overshadowed by
Willow. My parents and lover couldn’t
remember a single good thing about me, and
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If I could do it over-
I want to live for myself.
03
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in
my senior year.
Living in the storage room at home. As for my bedroom, it had long been
converted into Willow’s piano room.
Of course, I hadn’t agreed to it at the time.
But Willow’s eyes had reddened, and she said
hesitantly, “Sister, don’t be angry. I just envy
that you can go out and play every day, while
I can only stay at home and practice the
piano. If only I were as healthy as you.”
As soon as she said that, my parents
immediately started blaming me: “You’re the
older sister, don’t be so unreasonable.”
That same day, they threw my things into the
storage room.
Willow happily played the piano.
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