The rhythm kept me going, and I was slowly drowning,
As my hairs are withering, I'm going to wither away too.
If I grab myself on time, if I amend the things at the right time.
Maybe, just maybe, I still can rise and start another chapter of life.
wooohooooooo....
The audience applauded as the last song performed by CYBELE ended. There were bustling sounds as we glanced around and saw people preparing to leave. Everyone appreciated their performance and started heading toward the fan sign event. It was to be held in about an hour.
To be honest, I literally enjoyed the performance, and I forgot all about my miseries for a second. At first, I was afraid to be in a place where I was directly visible from the stage, but I tried to remain relaxed. It was hard because being in people's direct gaze was overpowering. It seemed as if they knew my secret and were deliberately acting that way.
But the lyrics saved me. And soon I was in a trance. The lyrics were captivating enough for a writer like me; I thought to myself. I kept reciting them for some time, and despite my fear, I felt calmer. It's because I had no choice, either to succumb to those gazes or to believe in myself.
"I hope you enjoyed it, Sarang," Andrew beamed with joy.
To his beautiful smile, I replied with an assertive nod. He grabbed my hands and kissed them. "I am happy to hear that;" he replied. He then halted and scanned my expression while tilting his head. A worried expression overpowered him.
"But you don't look so well. I think we should call it a day now. He then tightened his arms around my shoulders and soon we headed towards the car.
We were quiet for some time in the car as I lay there with my eyes closed on the seat beside him. "We will reach in 15 minutes, you can sleep if you want to," he sounded worried. I feigned ignorance of his remark for a few minutes.
"You know, during my initial days of staying at the orphanage, I often got nightmares, I spoke without opening my eyes. I would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, feeling terrified. And the nightmares would generally include me being an incompetent omega and that's why my maybe that's why my real parents gave up on me, the moment I was born. Andrew stopped the car and I knew he was looking at me. But the stare was not desired. So, I opened my eyes and looked at him directly.
But to my surprise, he held his face in his hands and was quiet. I fumbled and asked him the reason. To which he replied that he was waiting for me to open up but didn't expect that the reason would be related to the past again. He pushed the pedals and soon we both reached our apartment. He straightway went to the kitchen and brought some wine.
"Here", he poured me some. I looked at him with a perplexed expression but didn't refuse.
"Drink this and tell me everything. From the start to the end, everything", he made an assuring expression. My throat almost choked with the saliva that accumulated because I restrained my tears.
As I sat there with the glass of wine in my hand, memories from my tragic past flooded my mind. I took a deep breath and shared my story with Andrew.
This all started when she met me in the Omega café, away from prying eyes and the world's distractions. Over cups of steaming coffee, she began to weave together the intricate tapestry of my past. I glanced toward Andy and checked his expression.
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Somewhere in the past...
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"Mr. Kiro," she began, her voice filled with warmth. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you. It's about our connection, about the bond that we share."
I leaned in, my curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "I'm not just a stranger who happened to meet you twice. In fact, I'm not a stranger at all. I AM YOUR SISTER."
My heart skipped a beat, and a whirlwind of emotions flooded over me. A sister? I had spent so much time contemplating answers about my parents, never realizing that I would have a sibling.
"I... I have a sister?" I stammered, trying to process the enormity of the revelation.
To be continued...