To outsiders, our fates were as different as heaven and hell. My brother thought so, too. He blamed me for all his misery. When he set me on fire, he didn't know I was already tired of living. He didn't realize that the "heaven" he yearned for was actually hell.
Thinking of this, I looked at Carmen sitting beside me. Compared to the nightmares of my past life, she was practically an angel. After all, what kind of yandere sister wouldn't love her brother? Damian couldn't understand that, but he was just too foolish.
Inside the car, Carmen sensed my stare. Her cold voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Have you stared enough?" Her expression was chilling, nothing like a typical fifteen-year-old girl. Her dark, eerie gaze sent a shiver down my spine.
Alright then. It's time to work my way into her heart, step by step. "Carmen, I've never seen a girl as pretty as you before. Are you really going to be my sister now?" I gave her a sweet smile, my eyes filled with admiration and longing.
Carmen turned to look at me, a hint of amusement flickering in her otherwise cold gaze. "You really want to be my little brother, huh?"
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