Tue. Feb 13th, 2024

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_Episode 13_

Gianna P. O . V

 

I dropped the last bit of my laundry in the basket and let out a breath. Placing one hand on my hip and using the other to wipe the small beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead.

 

I strode back into my room and fell face down onto my bed. Letting out a huff of annoyance which was muffled by my bedding.

 

Today was going to be a terrible day, I can already tell.

 

I got up and placed the soft material of my satin gown over my body, sliding on my fluffy slippers and walking down the stairs. The quiet irked me, usually I’d be met with the sight of my best friend at the kitchen table or laying on the couch, but today I was alone.

 

I took out my phone and stared at my recent text messages. Sighing in relief when I read over Celine’s text.

 

Went out for a run, brb in an hour. Will pick up breakfast 4u to cheer you up.

 

I sent back a quick reply and smiled, lazily grabbing the now hot water and pouring myself a strong cup of coffee. I’ll definitely be needing this for the day.

 

My feet dragged against the tiled floor as I sluggishly walked towards the television. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and winced at what I saw.

 

A nest of hair sat on top of my head, strands falling down the sides wildly. My eyes had visible bags underneath them and I noticed a hint of mascara still lingering around my eyelids.

 

By the time I finished scrutinizing myself, the front door opened and in walked Celine holding a bag of aromatic breakfast foods in one hand, and her keys in the other.

 

She smiled at me and rushed over, setting the bag down and lightly pecking my cheek. “I’m gonna go shower and I’ll be back to eat with you okay?” I nodded silently and she ran up the stairs.

 

I opened my phone once more and looked through the rest of my texts, noticing one from Sarah and rolling my eyes at the words displayed on the screen.

 

Thanks for accepting our offer! Can’t wait 2 c u!

 

I ignored the text, not bothering to reply. My mind went back to the other night I had dinner with Alex and his family. The night continued with the man shooting daggers into the back of my head after he returned from the restroom. As the time approached for me to leave, Sarah offered me a full time job. Which definitely surprised me, I selfishly assumed she felt intimidated by me. But I guess she has no reason too. A beautiful matured woman has more to offer than I do.

 

I laughed silently and shook my head.

 

Who am I kidding? Her husband is wrapped around my perfectly manicured fingers. Sarah Moritello has nothing on me.

 

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard footsteps behind me and felt the couch dip. “Are you feeling good today?” Celine asked me. Grabbing a bagel from the bag in front of us.

 

“As good as I can be, I guess.” She gave me a sad smile and I waved my hand, hoping to forget about what today was, but I knew I could never really run from the burning thoughts of my subconscious.

“Are you going out later?” I swallowed the bite of food I had taken and faced her, crossing my legs and nodding.

 

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“Maybe in an hour or so.” I replied, “I want to shower and freshen up a bit first.”

 

“Would you like me to come with you?” she asked cautiously. “No, I’ll be fine.” I laughed, attempting to lighten up the mood.

 

We ate in silence for a few more minutes before I thanked her and walked back to my room, hopping into the shower and washing away all the sweat and dirt from the night before.

 

I got out and brushed my hair, sliding on a plain white shirt and some leggings with a pair of black sneakers, not caring to put on make-up as I wasn’t going to see anything.

 

My fingers wrapped around my set of car keys and I called out to Celine, letting her know I was leaving, before walking out the door and shutting it behind me.

 

I got out of my car and grabbed the bouquet of white roses from the passenger seat. The gravel crunched beneath my shoes as I walked through the vacant cemetery, but instead of feeling nervous, I felt completely at ease, as sad as it is, this was almost my second home.

 

In no time I was standing over the neatly kept gravestone that read.

 

‘Tatiana Vidal. Loving daughter and sister.’

 

I replaced the similar bouquet that had been left there a few weeks ago with the new and fresh flowers, smiling at the memory of my sister picking them from our garden and angering our mother. I sat on the ground and played with the grass in front of me.

 

“If anyone saw me sitting here alone, talking to a dead person, they’d totally think I was crazy.” I laughed, a tear falling out of my eye.

 

“I bet you’re looking down at me right now and wondering what the hell I’m still doing here after four years.” I tried my best to lock out the memory of the awful day my sister was taken away from me and how I’ve never been the same again.

 

“I met a guy. Feels kinda stupid talking about it, we aren’t really dating or anything. But he’s superhot and way older so I know you’d approve.” I giggled once more as tears continued to stream down my face.

 

“He does have a wife though, but that just makes it more fun. You always were one for the thrill Tati.” I said, referring to how alike I and my sister were. Not only did we share the exact same face-we had similar tastes too. She taught me everything I knew about men. Their habits, likes and dislikes.

 

“He makes me feel really confused at times. All men do, but there’s something oddly different about this one. I don’t know if I should continue playing this game. You know how terrible I am at dealing with heartbreak.” I soundlessly thanked myself for not wearing make-up, knowing it would be all over the place by now.

 

“He does have a wife though, but that just makes it more fun. You always were one for the thrill Tati.” I said, referring to how alike I and my sister were. Not only did we share the exact same face-we had similar tastes too. She taught me everything I knew about men. Their habits, likes and dislikes.

 

“He makes me feel really confused at times. All men do, but there’s something oddly different about this one. I don’t know if I should continue playing this game. You know how terrible I am at dealing with heartbreak.” I soundlessly thanked myself for not wearing make-up, knowing it would be all over the place by now.

 

“I miss you T. this has to be the hardest day of the year for me. How dare you leave me here all depressed and confused and shit. It’s like, tremendously bad mojo for twins to be apart. ”

 

I placed a smile peck at the tips of my index and middle finger and set them on the stone, lightly tracing It. With one last look, I got up and dusted my pants, turning around, only to be met with a figure kneeling a few feet away from me, seemingly copying my previous actions with his deceased loved one. He must have arrived after me, I was sure I was the only one here.

 

I may have been staring too much because suddenly the strange boy’s eyes darted up to meet mine and I instantly looked at the ground beneath me, embarrassed that I was caught invading someone else’s privacy.

 

Way to go Gianna.

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