~Ginevra~The moment I saw Anabel go through the gate, I hurried inside. I went into Emiliano’s room. I flitted to the closet, dragging the clothes aside. I began searching for any possible thing that could link to Sienna. Nothing but his clothes choked up the closet. I closed it, pulled a chair, and climbed onto it. I searched the closet, I found a carton box. I carried it down, it was a bit heavy. I opened it. It was filled with folders. I opened each of the folders, just files. I took out all the folders and under it was Sienna’s amulet. It glittered. I placed it in my palm, scrutinizing it. It was similar to Luna’s. Nothing can differentiate it. I held it close to my heart, closing my eyes as I remembered Luna. She was smiling beautifully, going to an event that will take her away from me forever. I hate the anniversary. I hate Mr and Mrs Gallo.“Oof…!” I sighed, opening my eyes. I put back the amulet and closed the carton. I searched the other nook and cranny of the room, nothi
I reached home before Emiliano arrived. While having dinner, Emiliano kept glancing at me. A few times our eyes would meet and I will be forced to look down. Ginevra didn’t notice, she was busy eating and speaking about anything possible. After dinner, I followed Ginevra to her room. I wonder why she doesn’t like sleeping in Emiliano’s room. When I asked, she told me she was used to her room now. I shrugged my shoulders. I made sure she was fast asleep before I left her room. I descended the staircase. From up on the staircase, I saw Emiliano walking to and fro in the living room. I paused. He looked up at me. I continued walking down. I reached to the living room. He tramped toward me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to a side.“Hey, what are you doing?” I protested, trying to free my hand from him. He let go of my hand and I staggered back, rubbing my wrist to ease the pain.“Why were you trailing me?” he groaned, making sure to calm his voice not to wake Ginevra up.“What do yo
Later on, Ginevra was in the living room, watching TV. I went to meet her.“Hey!” I waved my hand. She looked at me, chewing the popcorn she just put in her mouth.“Hi,” she replied, turning her gaze to the TV.I moved closer. “Um, Ginevra?” I called and she looked at me again. “Can I ask you a favor?”“Oh, yeah, sure, why not?” she accepted, picking another popcorn.“I want to go out for a few minutes. I will be back before you know it,” I requested, clenching my fingers together in a pleading way.“Well, um, no problem,” Ginevra accepted. “But remember to get me some pastries.”“Ah, you are going to give birth to confection!” I expressed, picking my purse from the couch where she was seated. She laughed.“Thanks for the permission!” I exclaimed, heading out.“Don’t forget my pastries!” Ginevra exclaimed before I slammed the door.I met with the cabby guy at his place. It was a bungalow house on the outskirt of the city, situated on a field. It was secluded from other build
At night, I sang a lullaby to Ginevra and she slept off peacefully. I went out, closing the door gently. I descended downstairs. Emiliano was in his room. I decided to take a walk. I went out, walking down the sidewalk. Few people passed me by, chatting or silently walking like me. I ambled for some minutes before deciding to sit down on a street bench. I sat down, and looked from side to side, recalling all the awful moments I experienced. The torture of being separated from the one I loved the most. Tears streamed down my cheeks. It honestly hurts. The constant pang that was left in my heart, not knowing if my beloved was okay or not. It was worst than the death of my parents. I held my chest as I cried bitterly. No amount of tears shed can ever take away the pain from my heart. “It’s okay, child,” I heard a frail voice of an old man. I turned to my side and he was seated right beside me. I shifted away. He had jet-black hair with stripes of faded white hair. His hazel eyes shimme
In the morning, Emiliano went to work without notifying Ginevra. I made sure my face was clean of the fight with Emiliano. I went to meet Ginevra in her room. She was seated in front of the vanity table, touching her face and admiring her look.“Good morning, beauty,” I smiled, moving close to her. She turned to look at me with a bright smile.“Good morning, Ana.”I stood behind her, running my fingers through her hair. “How was your night?” I asked.“Not bad, I slept well,” she responded. I stood mute for a while. I sighed. Should I tell her about Emiliano? Will she even believe me? “Are you okay?” Ginevra queried, staring at me in the mirror.“What are your plans for today?” I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders.“Plans?” she smiled. “You and Emiliano won’t let me do anything, so my plans for today are to eat, read, and sleep as usual.”“That is a bigger plan,” I declared and we laughed.I went to see Maximo later on. He was getting better. Not that the bruises are gone
She got down from the bed and moved back to the wall, carefully staring at me and hugging herself. I stood up, taking a reluctant step toward her. She seems scared and I’m not ready to increase that.“D…don’t…don’t come close to me,” she warned, pointing a finger at me. I stopped in my tracks, hinting at her to calm down.“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, it’s me, I can explain,” I assured. She shook her head continuously.“Don’t come near me,” she uttered, pinning herself closer to the wall. “Emi, where are you? Please, save me,” she sobbed.“Just listen to me, Ginevra. Don’t be scared. I can explain. What do you want to know to confirm that it’s truly me?”She continued staring fearfully at me. I watched as she took a deep breath, calming herself down and gazing deeply at me. Her heavy breathing reduced.“Hmm! What was my favorite star's name?” she asked. I smiled.“Crescent moon,” I replied, taking a step toward her. “She shines the brightest because you view her as Luna, your l
After breakfast, we sat in the gazebo with glasses of apple and orange juice respectively for me and Luna. I sipped from my glass of apple juice while she watched me with an unending smile.~Anabel~I stared at my sister with so much joy and peace of mind. Thank God she believed me. Though I know she was still scared, my narration might lift that fear off her mind.“So, can you, uh, can you tell me…how you entered Sienna’s body?” Ginevra asked, carefully voicing out her words. I sighed.“It’s the amulet,” I said.***Right before I died, my amulet was cut off my neck by the villains. Maybe they thought that was what gave me the strength I normally use in defending myself. It was flung onto the next street. Then the final hit slammed my head. I thought I was gone forever, but my soul never reached the afterlife. It wandered between the heavens and the earth. I was lost. Why wasn’t my soul crossing the bridge between the heavens and earth? It was deep, cold, and unfavorable. Then
~Anabel~The following day, I sat with Ginevra on her bed. She insisted I continue my story. I sighed and continued in flashback.***I was happy with my new family. The grandma and son won’t give a minute not to make me smile and even roll in the aisle sometimes. “Grandma, I’m off for hunting now!” Rocco announced, setting his hunting materials in his bag outside.“Okay, son, be careful,” the grandma cautioned. I went out to meet Rocco.“Hey, I want to go with you,” I said. He stood mute for a while, staring at me with a peal of held-back laughter. I looked confused at him.“Ha, ha, ha!” he burst out laughing. I scowled at him.“Why are you laughing?” I asked, cuffing him on the shoulder.“Um, uh, you are funny,” he continued laughing.“What’s funny in it?”“Ahem, look Anabel, hunting is not for women, it’s men’s job, so you can’t go with me,” he declared.“You think so?” I asked, pissed off, jerking his hunting gun from his hand. I aimed it at a flying bird.“Boom!” I