I loathe her hypocrisy, just as she despises my coldness.
And yet we love each other. In this chaotic world, we have always depended on one another while keeping a clear line between us. Like conjoined twins, or twin sisters.
We have only each other.
But we both fell in love with that boy. That violet hue barged into our black-and-white world.
How could this happen? How could we betray each other?
Unforgivable. Impossible to pardon.
So we killed ourselves.
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Still don't understand. . . . . . . Could it be that my Chinese language has seriously deteriorated? Looking up at the sky