PERCIE
Eight months ago…
My parents arranged a three-day funeral for Emma. I was there every day. We bumped constantly, but I didn’t give a damn about them and their feelings about me.
They loathed me, so I did the same. They disowned me, and I did the same.
Emma was sent to her grave in the late afternoon on the third day. I was with my grandparents, who were there with me all the time. I left after throwing white calla lily to Emma for the last time. I walked away without looking back.
I just lost Emma. I lost everything—a reason to live, hope to have a better future, and I just lost the only person who cared about me. I lost everything that day because Emma was my everything.
I stopped at an old rusty bench just outside the cemetery. I sat and remembered how we met again.
“Percival, come down! I would like you to meet someone.” I heard Dad yelling from the living room.
I ignored him. I was sketching an anime character I created in my sketchbook when he called my name again.
“Busy. Not interested!” I yelled back.
A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock on my door.
I groaned loudly. “Jeez. Can I have a little time for myself?” But I knew that wasn’t my parents—they weren’t used to knock.
I stood up from my bed and opened the door. “What?” I snapped.
My heart leaped from my chest. I knew for sure my eyes were wider to see who was right in front of me. I swallowed hard. My lips dried instantly. How did it even possible? I even forgot to blink, scared that she would disappear before me.
She chuckled.
She had the same wavy brown hair as mine. Hers was longer down her chest. We had the same brown eyes, nose-shaped, and lips.
I was almost a foot taller than her, but the rest, we were almost identical. She was just a girl, and I was a boy.
“Did you see yourself in me, Percival?” she said with a smile on her face.
could this even
watched her closely, scanning her face. I could count every freckle on her face. That was how close my face
your surgeon?” I cupped her face with my hands to make sure she was real, or it
smooth.”I didn’t undergo plastic surgery. At least, not yet. I might lift my nose a little
face.
my parents approaching in the
Peyton Holmes.” She offered
shook it immediately.
an instant connection with Emma Peyton, or maybe because we both shared the same
Percie,” Dad said with a hint of
it later.” Mom sounded like
care. I already got it without any explanations. Whatever
“Good,” I said shortly.
dragged her inside my room. She was looking back at my parents, but she
Peyton, why showed up just now?” I sat back
It was strange to
Peyton, not Emma Emma
up with you. You’re beautiful, Emma. So, if I happen to be a
if I happen to be a boy, for sure I’m handsome as you. Don’t flatter
out loud.
ago, my parents died in a car accident. Then I found out that I’m adopted. So I searched the address of the adoption center. They gave me the name
anger brewing in my blood at my parents, but at the same time, I was
Emma. And about the adoption. Obviously, we’re both innocent at that time, but how about your
I mean, our parents. They spoiled me. I’m the only child they had. I was happy. In fact, they treated me like their own because I had no idea they were
she was in good
explained to you?