“No need, Mr. Bennett.”
I cut him off.
My brother’s hand shook.
I looked up. In the distance, a Rolls Royce
was driving toward us.
“Someone has already taken care of those
<
The door opened, and Dean’s parents and
Dean came out.
“The party’s over so soon? I thought you
wanted to have more fun.”
Dean put his hand on my shoulder.
My brother’s face darkened immediately.
I said slowly,
“This is Mr. Bennett, he used to be my
brother.”
I then looked at my brother and introduced
Dean. “This is also my brother.”
Dean looked at my brother then lowered his
head and smiled with a flirty tone, “Just your
<
I nudged him, and he laughed,
“When you first saw me, you called me
honey.”
My brother’s expression was as dark as night.
I pulled on Dean’s sleeve,
“Brother, let’s go home.”
“Okay, let’s go home.”
Dean said, with a meaningful look at my
brother.
My brother was completely lost,
“Claire, I’m your brother!”
く
I pretended not to hear him and followed
Dean to the car, just like when he pretended
to not hear me when I tried to explain.
He tried to reach out, but Dean’s parents
stopped him with a smile,
“What’s going on, Mr. Bennett? Do you know
our daughter?”
I paused.
And turned.
Through Dean’s parents, my brother was
looking at me, with a hopeful look.
I turned away.
Hie fees poled
<
After that, Dean and I traveled all over the
place.
My brother called me countless times, but I
turned him down every time.
I never responded to his messages.
When he annoyed me too much, I just broke my SIM card.
The next time I heard about him was at
Sarah’s funeral.
After finding out about my acceptance to
MIT, she just never got better.
All the blood she threw up had become real
blood.
<
But all my brother did was throw all her fake
blood capsules at her. After that, he didn’t
care.
She died of depression.
I didn’t understand why my going to MIT was
such a big deal.
I was always better than her. I just let her win
all those years, I didn’t think she’d have such a complex about me being better.
My brother didn’t bury her in the family plot,
he didn’t even show up to the funeral.
He didn’t even ask where they buried Sarah.
He was still looking for me.
く
But Dean’s family blocked everything.
When I heard about all this, I didn’t feel a
thing.
Dean and I had majored in medicine. The medical school where we studied was doing
research on my left eye. We were each other’s “subjects“. The results were great.
Dean and I published several medical papers
in the process.
On the day I regained my sight, Dean asked
what I wanted to do.
I grinned, “I’ve seen everything in the US, but haven’t traveled internationally yet.”
He held out his hand, looking at me tenderly,
<
in the process.
On the day I regained my sight, Dean asked
what I wanted to do.
I grinned, “I’ve seen everything in the US, but
haven’t traveled internationally yet.
He held out his hand, looking at me tenderly,
“Need a guide, Miss Bennett?”
I put my hand in his,
“Of course.”
The End.
