My older sister, who died in an accident, moved into my body, and we started sharing it. At first, my parents didn't believe me. Later, they got used to our souls switching back and forth. And then, they hired a hypnotist to erase my existence entirely. 1 I went crazy, smashing everything in the house that wasn't bolted down. The countless shards covering the floor felt like my soul screaming for help. My mom covered her mouth, her face wet with tears. My dad looked furious, but he didn't try to stop me. I roared at them, "Why?! This is my body! Why do I have to give it up for her?!" My dad rubbed his temples, seemingly having made up his mind. "We consulted a psychiatrist. You and Chloe can't go on like this. Neither of you can live a normal life. So, we have to erase one of you. "Your mom and I are in a lot of pain too. You're our daughter as well. We wouldn't have made this decision if there was any other way. You have to understand us." I grabbed a glass next to me and smashed it at my dad's feet. Shattered glass flew everywhere. My dad instinctively took a step back. He wanted to yell at me, but remembering what he was asking me to do, he bit his tongue. "I have to understand you?! Who's going to understand me?! You're in pain, you have no other choice, so why am I the one who has to die?! This is my body. If anyone should disappear, it should be Chloe!" I was suffocating from a mix of rage and despair. I couldn't understand how my parents, who had doted on me just days ago, now wanted to murder me. Hearing my words, my mom sobbed out loud. My dad frowned, annoyed, and corrected me. "What do you mean 'die'? Your sister will use your body to live on for you. Whether you agree or not, the decision has been made." With that, my dad lost his patience. He grabbed my mom and dragged her out of the house. After smashing a few more things, I collapsed to the floor, drained of energy. Three words echoed endlessly in my mind. Why should I? 2 I had an older sister named Chloe. She was three years older than me. I remember when I was six, my parents came home very late, their faces etched with sorrow. Seeing me, my mom broke down completely. She hugged me tight and mumbled through her tears, "Chloe is dead. Maya, you don't have a sister anymore." I was confused, but seeing my mom cry made my young self cry too. While sobbing, I pointed at the pile of dolls nearby. "Isn't Chloe right there?" At first, my parents didn't believe me and scolded me several times for saying it. Later, I repeated conversations they had secretly in their bedroom. At first, they thought I was eavesdropping. But over time, they realized I wasn't, and they finally believed me. I really wasn't lying to them. Chloe had been with me the whole time. She went to her own room to sleep just like before, went to school with me, and told me the things my parents said in their room. She knew she was dead. But when I told other people I could see Chloe, they looked at me like I was an idiot. Some people would even say, "What a tragedy! Only two kids in the family—one's dead, and the other's crazy." Some relatives and classmates even called me a liar looking for attention. On the surface, my classmates still played with me, but I caught them secretly laughing at me more than once. Whenever that happened, Chloe would pounce on them and try to hit them. But Chloe was just a ghost; she couldn't hurt the living. At most, she could make them sneeze a couple of times. After that, I stopped mentioning Chloe to anyone, except my parents. At home, we lived together just like before. My parents got used to her existence through my words. They couldn't see her. But whenever they bought me something, they'd buy one for Chloe too. No amount of distance could lessen the deep love they had for their deceased daughter. I became the messenger, relaying Chloe's thoughts to them. Until I was sixteen. I suddenly couldn't see her anymore. At the same time, I lost two days of my life. My parents told me Chloe had awakened inside my body. Those two lost days were when Chloe used my body to live. From then on, I often woke up to find that several days had passed. Chloe and I continued to share one body. We would write in a journal to tell each other what happened during the days we "disappeared." Three years flew by. I just never imagined that in a mere three years, my parents would be willing to sacrifice me for her. 3 Maybe it was my subconscious rejecting my feelings for Chloe, but I could feel her sleeping very deeply inside me. I sighed in relief. But remembering what my parents said yesterday, that relief instantly vanished. After venting my anger yesterday, my mind became incredibly clear. I was never as bold and outgoing as Chloe. My outburst yesterday was my absolute limit. If I hadn't been terrified out of my mind, I never would have smashed anything. After washing up, I guessed they would be disappointed to see it was still me when I woke up. Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I opened my bedroom door. Sure enough, the moment my parents saw me, the hope in their eyes turned to disappointment. Even though I was prepared for it, the feeling of being abandoned by my own parents violently tore at my heart. The mess I made yesterday had been cleaned up at some point, and the broken items had been replaced. I forced myself to stay calm and walked downstairs. My dad let out a scoff through his nose and completely ignored me. My mom tried to say something several times, but it only ended in a sigh. My nose stung. Along with my grievances, the air was thick with the scent of flowers. A bouquet of lilies sat dead center on the dining table. There were more on the coffee table in the living room, in the bathroom, and even on the kitchen counter. Everywhere I looked, I saw lilies—Chloe's favorite flower. My parents were using this to show me who was boss, while also expressing their eager anticipation for Chloe to wake up. I heard the sound of my love for my parents shattering, and the sound of myself nearing a breaking point. Unable to stand the overpowering scent and the suffocating atmosphere, I finally grabbed my bag and ran out. It wasn't until I was outside the neighborhood that I realized my face was drenched in tears. I took the bus to campus like a robot. I sobbed as I watched the scenery outside the window flash by, just like the last three years of my life. When I got to my classroom, my surprised classmates told me I had switched majors. In that moment, an unprecedented fury burned away the last shred of affection I had for Chloe. 4 My counselor told me I couldn't switch majors again. My original major had strict requirements. Once you transferred out, you couldn't transfer back in. I walked to the Business Administration building like a zombie. Listening to technical jargon I didn't understand at all, surrounded by the chatter of unfamiliar classmates. I felt like I was in another world. I suffered through the classes until the afternoon. It was still bright out, but I had zero desire to go home. I wandered aimlessly around campus. My thoughts were a mess, but one thing was certain. Chloe had been planning to replace me for a long time. No wonder her journal entries had become shorter and shorter; she didn't want me to know what she was doing. After walking for a long time, my legs ached. I slumped onto a bench by the path, completely lost. On one side, a major I knew nothing about. On the other, a family trying to steal my body. I leaned my head back against the bench, imagining myself enveloped by the sky. When I lowered my gaze, the word "Library" came into view. By the time I walked out of the library carrying a stack of books, the sun had already set. When I got home, my mom had finished cooking. Seeing me with a pile of business books, she looked a bit awkward. From her expression, it wasn't hard to guess—they definitely knew about the major change. It might have even been their idea. At the dinner table, the food tasted like ash. I only took a few extra bites of the dishes I actually liked. My mom smiled, trying to ease the tension: "Honey, look, Maya really takes after us. She loves fish just as much. Chloe is different; she never ate anything from the water since she was little." It would have been better if she hadn't said anything. The atmosphere grew even more awkward. My dad set down his wine glass and said, "I heard you brought home a lot of business books. You must know Chloe changed your major. Just listen to me. Chloe is smart. If she studies this, she can help me with the company. Even if you study it now, you're just forcing it. It's useless. Maya, you know what I mean." I nodded, continuing to shovel a few grains of rice into my mouth. Seeing me so submissive, my parents thought I had agreed. They exclaimed joyfully, "So you've thought it through! Good. I'll contact the hypnotist in the next few days. Then you can finally live a normal life." I looked up, staring straight into my dad's eyes. "Will I be normal, or will Chloe be normal?" My dad frowned slightly, but quickly smiled again. "She's your sister, you share a body. If she's normal, doesn't that mean you're normal?" I nodded again. Under their joyful gaze, I enunciated every word: "Even if I have to burn this body to ashes, I will never let Chloe have it." It took a second for it to register. My dad threw his wine glass to the floor. He pointed at me, panting heavily, clearly furious. My mom glared at me reproachfully while rubbing my dad's back to calm him down. I really couldn't stay in this house anymore. If I stayed with two people constantly plotting to steal my body, I'd definitely go crazy. I quickly packed a bag and moved back to the dorms that very night. 5 Living on campus, I went to classes during the day and devoured books in the library at night. My dad always thought Chloe was exceptionally smart, but he never noticed that I had a near-photographic memory. As long as it was knowledge I wanted to learn, it only took one or two reads for it to stick in my brain. During this time, my mom contacted me several times. At first, she tried to coax me, but later she started calling me ungrateful. I just didn't get it. All I wanted was to live. We were both their daughters. Just because Chloe died once, they felt guilty and wanted to make it up to her—so they had to sacrifice me to make themselves feel better. Seeing that persuasion was useless, my parents sent a negotiator. Someone I couldn't refuse. Liam. My childhood friend, and the guy I secretly, hopelessly loved. "Maya, please. Give Chloe back to me, okay?" "What... what do you mean your Chloe?" A chill shot up from the soles of my feet. I could hear my own voice, trembling and weak. Liam didn't seem to notice my emotional state. "Maya, I've actually known about you and Chloe for a long time. I know you definitely won't agree, so I'm begging you. I really can't live without her. You've gotten to live for so many years, but Chloe had an accident when she was so young. It's a miracle she survived in your body, but it's only been three years. What if she suddenly disappears one day? The thought of her disappearing makes me feel like I'm suffocating. So I'm begging you, agree to what your parents want. That way, your body and Chloe's soul will merge into one. Isn't that great? Why do you have to be so selfish?" I was so shocked I couldn't believe my ears. I stood there, frozen. Liam continued, "Maya, we grew up together. I've never begged you for anything. But now, I'm begging you. Do you want me to get on my knees?" And with that, Liam actually knelt down. My hands trembled as I reached out to help him up, but he suddenly grabbed me, his eyes bloodshot. "Maya, promise me right now." His fierce look terrified me. Instinctively, I tried to break free, but his grip was iron-clad. Panicked, I blurted out, "You're trying to force me to die too! Let me tell you, keep dreaming! I'm not going to die. The one who should be dead is Chloe!" I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth. I shouldn't have let my anger put me in danger. Sure enough, Liam's handsome face contorted. He glared at me venomously. "Since that's how it is, don't blame me. I absolutely cannot lose Chloe." The next second, a large, hot hand clamped over my mouth. We had met in a secluded corner of the campus. No matter how hard I struggled, it was unlikely anyone would find us. Eventually, everything faded to black. 6 Liam looked at the unconscious figure in his arms, a fleeting trace of guilt crossing his eyes. "I'm sorry, Maya. If it's possible, I'll work like a dog in the next life to repay you." With that, he quickly carried her out of the campus and got into a car.
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