"Promise me that you'll never hurt yourself like this again," Calista asked. Unfortunately, she did not get an answer from her brother.
Calista then looked up with a look full of pleading. Her twin brother smiled with his outstretched hand gently caressing the top of her head, kissing her affectionately.
'I know that you do have the worst emotional level. But I don't like seeing you hurting yourself so severely like this.' Calista thought.
Her eyes instantly heated up. Not wanting those stupid tears to stick out and flow down her smooth cheeks, she then tried to blink again and again.
As if Calvino knew what his beloved sister felt, his strong hand reached out to embrace his sister's slender body. He then occasionally kissed the top of his twin sister's head with tenderness and affection.
Calista broke the hug. She looked at his brother with a deep and long gaze. After that, her gaze shifted to the injured burly fingers. She brought his fingers closer to her lips and kissed them with tenderness.
Calista was unable to bear it any longer. A drop of tear had flowed down to the skin's surface. Calvino jerked. His index finger reached out to press his sister's chin, bringing the gray silhouette back to meet his brown eyes. With great tenderness, he wiped the tears with his thumb.
"I don't like seeing your tears running down your smooth white cheeks, darling. Promise me that you will never spill it again for any reason."
Soft lips broke into a sad smile. "Why should I promise you, huh? While you don't want to promise me."
Brown silhouette squirmed furiously.
'Sorry, Earl. Your request is tough. I can't promise you that one.' Calvino muttered in his heart.
Seeing her brother's attitude made her luscious lips carve a sad smile. "We're twins. We can feel each other's feelings. We're used to sharing anything. We…"
"What do you mean?" Calvino cut Calista's sentence. His voice sharpened slightly.
Exhalation of tired breath accompanied the roar of Calista's breath combined with sharp glares. "Without me telling you, you know what I mean."
'I know, Earl. I know it very well. But, for this one problem, you better not know. I don't want to drag you through the pain I feel.' Calvino thought sadly.
Not wanting to be in a conversation that was getting more and more cornered, Calvino tried to change the topic.
"How is your relationship with the lady killer?"
Calista looked up. Her gray silhouette squirmed in displeasure. "He's not a lady killer. Get those disgusting words out of your mouth, Calvin!"
"Earl... Earl... Then what if not a lady killer?" Calvino then leaned his face forward rhythmically in a whisper.
"Open your eyes wide and see the man you love deeply..." He stopped the sentence immediately when he found his lips almost slipping away about the affair that Leonard had done.
Angry, that's what Calvino felt that forced him to swallow his saliva after being stared at the sharpness of the gray silhouette.
"It's getting late. You'd better go to bed."
"I don't like to talk badly about my boyfriend."
"Hmmm."
"I know you two don't get along. But, note one thing, Leo never once said anything bad about you!" Calista snapped, annoyed.
"There's not a single bad thing about me then, what is he trying to say, huh?"
'You just keep defending him. Irritating!' Calvino continued in his heart.
Reluctant to fight with her brother, Calista then ended the conversation about Leonard.
"I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Can I sleep with you? I want to pour out my longing by hugging you." Calista asked, very spoiled.
A heavy breath accompanied the roar of Calvino's breath. Honestly, he also really missed her twin sister, but at the same age as adults, was it appropriate for them to sleep in the same bed and in a position that...
"What are you thinking, huh?" Calista asked while raising an eyebrow.
"Your request." Short, concise, clear, that was the sentence that slipped from Calvino's lips.
"So you object to my request, hum?"
"We're both adults, Earl. It's not appropriate for us to sleep in…"
"I didn't ask to sleep in your bed, but..."
"But what?" Calvino urged impatiently.
Calista immediately laid down with her head leaning on her brother's lap. The pampered attitude of the very spoiled sister has accompanied Calvino's sturdy lips to carve a happy smile. He then rubbed the top of his sister's head lovingly.
"I know that after this, your back will be sore, but I really miss you." Calista showered her brother with a guilty look while biting the corner of her lips.
"Sleep!" Calvino rubbed the top of his sister's head repeatedly.
The sense of peace that overcame Calista had created a sense of drowsiness so that it didn't take long for her to drift off into a beautiful dream. There were so many things she wanted to talk to her brother about.m, but she was also defeated by drowsiness.
Unlike Calista, who was already asleep, Calvino was still awake. He looked at his sister's beautiful face.
"I know that you must be well aware of the resemblance between Kiara and Samara. But, why did you keep such a big secret from me, Earl? Why?" Calvino whispered.
As tired breath hit him again, the image replayed in his mind like a broken record.
Calvino leaned his head on the back of the sofa with his eyes staring at the room's ceiling. Unfortunately, the shadows from the past became more and more real.
The brown silhouette closed, trying to get rid of the shadow that deeply hurt him.
'How long are you going to continue torturing me like this, Samara? How long do you want, honey?' He muttered in his heart.
It had been long enough that he was stuck in a daydream of profound sadness. Not long after, his phone rang with Lenata's name on it. Not wanting to be involved in a long conversation, he ignored the call.
It wasn't that he deliberately wanted to ignore Lenata. It was only because she was thick with eastern customs and very sensitive, that he could feel that his condition was not fine.
"Sorry, Len. Sorry. Good night, honey. Sweet dream." He whispered while kissing Lenata's photo on his phone screen.
He then leaned back against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed. Unfortunately, his mind refocused on Samara. Without being able to ignore it, he was again dragged into prolonged guilt.
He wanted to vent from the pain that constantly shackles him. Unfortunately, having Calista in his arms had forced him to forget his intention.