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48.2 EVERSON
Before taking a seat in front of him, I placed a mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table for Archer. "Thank you," he murmured gently, smiling at me. He then sipped his hot chocolate from the mug.
I just stood there watching him sip, my restless fingers drumming on my shaky lap. I'm not sure why he's here, but I just have one feeling: intense nervousness.As seen by his bright aura, he's beautifully dressed (unlike before, when he just wore whatever clothing he had in his wardrobe), and there's no hint of sadness on his face. He's only lost a little weight, but I don't believe anything sad is going on in his life right now. He looked so well, which is strange, especially since what he knew was that Sierra was dead. He should be in mourning right now, but instead he looks so gorgeous, exactly like he did when he came out of his past relationships with his exes."You haven't forgotten that this is my favorite drink." Before lowering the mug, he said, with aRelated chapters
Sierra Is Alive 49.1 EVERSON
Sierra remained in our home for several months after I graduated from high school. I know my behaviors were perplexing, but we had gotten to the point where we treated Sierra as if she were a member of our family. We were used to seeing her cooking in the kitchen, resting by watching TV in the living room, sleeping in my bedroom, and asking me to buy her new books. It was as if we'd become accustomed to her presence in an instant, and we'd grown so attached to her that we didn't know what we'd do if she left. Or maybe it was just me who had really become so attached to her that even when I was away, she never left my mind.Still, there weren't many days when I didn't wonder if my decision to keep her was the right one, but I also don't understand why I couldn't make her leave. Until the day arrived when I no longer questioned her absence and her entire identity. And, to be honest, after Archer left the country, I felt even better; it was as if all I wanted to do was make Sier
Sierra Is Alive 49.2 EVERSON
Three days have passed, Mom and I talked in the backyard late at night while Sierra slept in my room. Mom seemed to be thinking deeply, as if she needed to tell me something important and began the talk before I could say anything. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, son." My brows wrinkled in perplexity as she told me. "What do you mean, mom?" Mom inhaled deeply and began tapping her fingers on the table before closing her eyes. Mom didn't say anything else for about a minute. "I know you still love Sierra—" "I knew this was going to be about Sierra." I whispered it in hushed tones so no one could hear us, especially Sierra. "I thought you were finally cool with her living here with us from now on?" "I did, but I never told you that we'd keep her for the rest of our lives, and I don't recall us discussing it." Mom tutted and shook her head. "I care about Sierra, and I even treat her as if she were my own, yet we're wrong to keep her.
Sierra Is Alive 50.1 EVERSON
Dear Everson, It's difficult for me to write this letter because my hand keeps twitching and my tears won't stop falling; I don't even know where to begin because I don't know how to finish what I've started either. I'm going to make a decision that I'll live to regret: when midnight comes and you fall asleep, I'm going to leave your house. And the worst part is that I need to take some of your money—I don't want to do it, but I don't have a choice; I'm back in the scenario where everything is going to fall apart if I don't act. I can hear you talking to Aunt Mary about me tonight, and I am deeply hurt by her words. I thought Aunt Mary had finally accepted me, that she wouldn't question my existence or story any longer. I know I have no right to feel hurt when I was the one who caused you problems, but in my days of living here under your roof, I slowly began to feel the maternal bond to Aunt Mary that I didn't realize I was finding and longing to feel. It's difficult; i
Sierra Is Alive 50.2 EVERSON
"I'm not sure who Sierra McCarthy is, that name sounds familiar, but I recognize the girl with the red hair in the photo. I went to the same elementary school as her; we were first-grade classmates, to be exact, but we didn't talk much." I sighed and sank onto the sofa after hearing Yana say something on the other end of the call. After seeing the photo that Sierra left, I tried to find the other people with her in that photo on the internet and even posted it there and asked them if they recognize those faces. It wasn't simple; it took three weeks for someone to contact me to tell me about Sierra. A person who saw my post responded to it and said that she knew the little girl with the red hair in Sierra's family photos. She said that Sierra was a classmate in elementary school. "Could you perhaps tell me a little bit more about her?" I asked, my fingers feverishly drumming on the arm of the sofa. "Yana?" I called her name after she took nearly a minute to re
Sierra Is Alive 51.1 EVERSON
from: xs******@email.comAUGUST"Everson, I know it's been a long time. Guess what? I'm still alive, and I'm still hoping to see you again, but with all the complications surrounding my false death arising because of Archer's actions, people's attention is returning to me. I am content with my new life, and the last thing I want is for people to recognize who I am. I know I shouldn't have been bothering you now that you're successful and only a few months out of college, but I don't know, my fingers have their own minds. I'm still hoping you remember me, and I'm waiting to hear from you."SEPTEMBER"Back in the day, Archer and I used to hang out at this specific place every afternoon. It was known as the "Meadow Woods Library." I was the one who discovered it first, and when I learned that Archer was also interested in reading, I brought him there, and that was also the start of our friendship. We read a lot of books, and because of that, I learned a lot from him. We
Sierra Is Alive 51.2 EVERSON
PRESENT DAY MAY 19, 2022 Sierra wrote me letters from August to October before she stopped. However, I have never replied to any of them. I went to the Meadow Woods Library after she mentioned it, which Archer also described in his account. Sierra was telling the truth. I spotted a bunch of adolescents hanging around there. I'm not sure why I warned those teens not to go there again. Maybe I just felt like they were invading the location that had been on television for months when Archer was discovered unconscious there, and ruining that place too. And also that location has something to do with Sierra's fake death. After that day, I considered doing something I had never thought I would. I searched deeper about Meadow Woods Library and discovered the founder, but they were long gone, they never had children, and I couldn't identify any more relations. That library had been empty for decades, with no one in charge of it. I purchased the land title to
Sierra Is Alive PART 03: WHO IS SIERRA?
Her identity is now known all over the world, making it difficult for her to keep herself hidden from the public eye, but isn't that what she wanted in the first place? For people to be aware of her? But why does it still seem suffocating and dissatisfying?As I glance about, my eyes are drawn to the various types of make-up, eye-lens colors, wigs, and outfits. Even though I am surrounded by light from the bulbs in my vanity mirror, everything feels gloomy. I looked down at my bare face. I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes; I've forgotten what it's like to be honest. I'm always rushing after something, and now that I'm ending things, I'm not sure what my mission is beyond this.I was born on the run, and I've always assumed that's what I was supposed to do. Nothing is enough for someone like me, I am taught that way. And now that I've decided to be normal, which implies wanting to be free, I'm not sure how I'm going to do it, I don't even know what it feels like to be no
Sierra Is Alive 52 SIERRA
"Remember what I said? Always act sweet and proper so that everyone will like you." The little girl nodded at the woman who was in her thirties, who was sternly gripping both of her shoulders. To avoid being reprimanded, the little girl could only squeeze her lips together and nod. "And everything I taught you." Her mother then added. "Now tell me your name." The tiny girl's gaze wandered across her small, pink-furnished bedroom. She was just seven years old and had no idea why she had to wear a pink tutu dress with a ribbon around her neck and around her waist. She had no understanding of why her mother had brought her to a residence so far away from them and wanted her to have a different name and personality. All she knew was that this was her job and she had to do it because if not, she would receive another punishment that would surely break her bones. "Tell me your name." Her mother's voice always sent shivers down her spine, it woke u
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