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─────────genya's memoir

Never have I considered myself to be a writer. I always preferred to drown myself in daydreaming as soon as I was left alone. But I have to write this because my heart is torn into two.

If there was anyone to blame, it was me. For not expecting this to happen sooner, for delaying, for watching when I needed to act.

I can't hold on to this pain inside. I must write it all out.

First and foremost, after twenty years, I saw my sister again. The happiness clearly messed my head enough as I couldn't notice it sooner the way he was looking at her.

I saw her. He saw her.

And Saints forbid I will let him ruin the beauty of my sister.
They didn't forbid it.
I was helpless.
But she still was beautiful.

Secondly, Liya looked exactly like our mother.
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