The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

∽ S E V E N T E E N ∽

∽ m i r a c l e ∽

"I am hurting. Yes, hurting all over again and again. It's because of her. "

On that very day, Nathan and I had the siblings’ talk. He was telling me about the woman he ever first loved. If I could recall his words, he said that his thought of love would never change. Because for him, love was a lie.

I saw all of his sadness, remembering all the heartaches. He laid down on the bed and I was beside him. I stared blankly at the ceiling, so did he. He was quiet while thinking of her again. Yes, I knew that he was thinking of her again.

Nathan closed his eyes. He never said a thing, but he needed to sleep to ease that pain just for this day. I never knew that this was still painful for him.

I sensed Nathan’s breathing was becoming heavy, he was falling asleep. Moving closer to him, I embraced him. I wrapped an arm around his body and snugged my face on his neck. Since he was still not fully asleep, he pulled me closer and made the hug tighter, then I felt him kiss my forehead.

We both fell asleep.

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I didn’t know how many minutes had passed when I got my consciousness back, but I was awakened when I heard some groans near me. I fully opened my eyes, discovering that Nathan was in a deep nightmare. There were beads of sweats glistening on his face; brows were furrowed; he was letting some little growls in fear and despair.

Quickly, I jolted up and started shaking him violently to wake him up! "Nathan! Wake up! Wake up!" I called him, "Nathaaaaaan!!" and squealed while shaking his shoulders.

He abruptly opened his eyes, pulling his head up from the pillows, and started to let out harsh and deep exhales. Nathan combed his hair with his head bowed. "Damn. I dreamt it again!" he exclaimed, then sighed. "Why all of those nightmares in my life are still haunting me? Sometimes, I don't want to try to sleep, because my nightmares feel too real."

"Nate," I called him worriedly as I sat beside.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he muttered. His voice was groggy right from sleep. He sighed sharply as he stood up from the bed. He plastered a fake grin on his face. I only looked at my twin brother.

"Come, Hime. I'm hungry. Let's eat together." he only invited me.

I could read his mind too well. He had to pretend that he is fine. He didn't want me to worry about him because of that lame-a*s conflict. He was expecting that his facade would work on me. But no. I only stared at him with an impassive gaze.

"Hime, let's go?" and asked me, hiding the confusion.

After a little while, I stood upright and faced him. Inhaling, I gave Nathan a surprising hug. I encircled my arms around his neck as I rested face above my chest. "You're not fine," and I whispered. "You were having nightmares. I don't know what kind of nightmares that disturbs you . . ." I paused, feeling the tears forming in my eyes. ". . . But please, don't pretend you're all right in front of me, Nate. I am your twin, I'm also hurting when you're in pain."

He was obstructed from what was happening, but he managed to return the embrace. I was sure that he heard a stifle of my cry. "Please . . . Share your pain with me," I said to him, feeling his shirt started to moist.

Sheesh. I was crying. He couldn't help but laugh. "Please don't cry now," he told me while removing my embrace. Nathan cupped my cheeks with his palms and leveled his face to mine. "I'm fine, okay? And I'll be fine, someday. Hush now." Then he wiped my tears.

I only nodded and he kissed the bridge of my nose. I placed my hands on his shoulders with a gentle and small smile. "Let’s eat?"

He laughed and gave me another kiss on my forehead. "Sure, Hime. Let’s call Kuya Mike." I nodded my head once again and he composed himself. After that, we headed to the dining hall. We already saw Kuya Mike there. He had just got home, from what could I see. He was still wearing his a-thousand-dollars-worth corporate suit.

"Kuya," I addressed, while Nathan was keeping silent. We all both sat on the chairs as we stared awkwardly at each other.

"Oh, what happened to your faces?" Kuya Mike abruptly asked.

"N-Nothing, Kuya," Nathan quickly answered, laughing warily. "We’re just hungry."

"I see. I’m starving as well," he replied, ignoring the awkwardness.

Good thing, he never asked any more questions, but I knew, he wanted to ask something. And I thanked him for being understanding.

We were eating in silence. No one was talking. Silence, silence. We were just like that until I finished eating. Still, no one was talking. Right after a minute, they were done eating.

"Kuya Mike." It was I who opened the conversation while wiping my mouth with a table napkin.

"Yes, love?" Kuya Mike answered.

"Someone sent me a note."

"What kind of note?" he questioned, rousing a meaningful look.

I saw Nathan smirked. "Is that a love letter?" and he meddled between our conversation. Well, there were many kinds of notes after all. He got a point.

"What? No, you little poop," I retorted.

"From Chance?" Kuya Mike asked playfully, shutting me off.

I snarled, "Kuya? How could you!"

"What does it say?” Nate continued as the curve on his lips grew wider. "Have he written the eight-lettered word?"

"You mean, the ‘I hate you’?" I deadpanned. “Yes, he did.”

“What? How dare him to tell you that!”

"That may be the opposite, Nate," Kuya Mike chirped. “He’s still finding time to confess.”

"Dang it," I mumbled while frustratingly slapping my forehead. These two . . . Why the hell Chance was in our conversation? I was not even thinking about him!

"That Chance bastard," Nathan grumbled. “How could he sneak a love letter to you when I’m guarding you tight!”

"Why won’t you two shut the hell up?" I was annoyed and I could feel my fiery light-browned eyes glaring at them to death. "Just let me explain first." Kuya Mike and Nathan both nodded their heads in redundancy. "The note was from the Black Society," I stated, and as if on cue, their eyes became serious. That name for us was the most disgusting name on this blue planet.

"What does it say?" Kuya Mike inquired. The mood on the air had changed.

"Just some craps you could think of," I said in a passive voice and threw the white cloth with b****y calligraphy to him.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Kuya Mike got weirded out, even Nathan. Who would send some kind of a poetic death-threat, by the way? “But I'll tell these concerns to Dad. And Nate, keep guarding Natsumi."

"I will. As always." Nathan gave me an assuring smile.

"And also . . ." I prompted. Kuya Mike only hummed, asking me what. "Why didn't you tell me about Ate Bea?"

"You're not asking," he replied, laughing at me. Nate instantly cracked up.

I facepalm. "Nice talking to all of you." Then, I stood up and walk away, leaving them both in the dining hall.

Those guys irritated me. Nathan was still laughing. But the fact that I could still watch them laughing, I couldn’t help but have a big smile on my face. My family was the light that could comfort me. My uncertainties were eased . . . for now.

I hoped one day, everything would be fine. Especially to the Black Society. The war was still waving.

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