"YOU DON'T NEED TO THREATEN ME OR TO DO THAT JONAS." I calmly replied. I stayed calm while Jonas was getting worked up, but he suddenly hesitated in his reaction, calming down a bit because of what he heard from me.Jonas was surprised by my response. I could tell he was shocked because he had always thought I was competing with him and supporting what our parents, especially Dad, were doing to him. But I don't want to be like my parents. I'm not like them, even though I understand where they're coming from.That may be why I've taken a different approach than my brother. But just because I understand, it doesn't mean my brother and I, being twins, will handle things the same way. It would be wrong and unfair to expect him to do what I did.So here I am. I was already anticipating his anger about the last will, so I decided that if my parents were here, they would say I was 'absurd and out of my mind.' It's funny how I can almost hear my Dad's voice."And why should I believe you?" Jo

I saw Kaye wipe her face with her hands and let out a deep sigh before she got in front of me. Then she passed through me, put her backpack on the marble table, and went to a corner of the pavilion. She kept on taking deep breaths and fixing herself like she couldn't sit still, and then she went to face me again. At that moment, her eyes pierced my soul, and I saw how frustrated, disappointed, and pained she was. I opened my mouth, and with all the things I wanted to say to her, I couldn't find the right words. The only thing that came out was the word "I-I'm sorry…" since I didn't know where to start. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I even saw her bite her lip while looking at me with narrowed eyes. She was so upset, and she was definitely suppressing her anger toward me. "And now you're saying sorry... again, and why? Hmmm?" she said as a tear suddenly escaped her eye. She quickly wiped it away from her eye and cheek. "Are you apologizing because you didn't tell me t

I was smiling but also crying. I kissed her head and cherished the comfort of her embrace. As each second passed, Kaye hugged me tighter. Having her in my arms always feels like home."Forgive me, Kaye... I'm sorry—sorry!"Kaye hugged me even tighter, and I did the same to her. Even though she wasn't speaking, her response was enough for me. We stayed in that position for several minutes. Having that moment with her is something I need.Just by embracing each other without anyone speaking, we both made each other feel understood. During those hours, only sobs and sniffles dominated between us, including the fast and incessant beating of our hearts. And that warm embrace we were giving each other was enough to provide comfort and help us understand each other's feelings at that particular moment.It felt like I didn't want our hug to end. I didn't care if I missed my flight; I could spend the rest of the day hugging her tightly as if there was no tomorrow. How I wish we could stay like

SO I understand now why I couldn't just forget about those eyes that almost killed me with just one look after a long time. That feisty woman who never thinks twice about challenging me. My mind may forget, but I could say my heart recognizes her. I couldn't fully understand those times. But since that event happened to us, I couldn't sit still. I often dreamt of her, searching for her without reason until I decided to get a private investigator to find her... to see Kaye. It wasn't easy, especially when she was suddenly gone for five years and even changed her name. For the second time, I thank the heavens for giving us another chance to meet again. I'm not the type who believes in destiny, but what happened with Kaye and me involves destiny. I thought I was just obsessed with her because I was looking for her and wanted to know about her, and then I found out she has kids... our kids. When I saw her again at the mall with those kids, I knew in my heart who she was, and those kids w

Why do I feel this way? Whenever he hugs me, I feel something unexplainable right from the start... For some reason, Dylan's embrace always gives me relief, security, and comfort that I can't even explain to myself. It's like my body knows him so well. My body seems to trust him, which is why I easily give in to him and find it so hard to push him away. But is this right? I was trapped inside Dylan's strong arms. I could consciously feel how tight his embrace was. We were standing facing each other, but I wasn't hugging him back—it was just him holding me. I could also feel every exhale on my neck becoming aggressive. I also found myself swallowing my saliva multiple times as if something was blocking my throat. I don't know what else to say. How should I react to what he's doing? I know now that it's peaceful and I really like it. I close my eyes, wanting to cry. That's how I feel. Is this the same feeling I had with Jonas before? Unfortunately, it's not... even though I loved