𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓶 𑣲⋆

You remembered the phrase, 'People come and People go.' If you had heard that again three years ago, you would've scoffed and called it something simple as a 'Cliché thing to say' - never stopped to think that, maybe it was true. When your Older sister, Haewon passed away due to a car accident on that cursed day Tuesday of March 2023, you had felt like a part of you died that day too. No more petty arguments of who could wear what, no more annoying the living shit out of eachother. No more big sis lectures that made you want to groan and tell her to 'Fuck off.' That was the cruel nature of death. It really proved that dammed phrase to be true.. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ You were now 20 years old, living the standard life of a Uni student, who worked at some local cozy café. Sure you would occasionally have fun. Attend parties, where you would feel alone in crowded rooms and flashing lights alongside thumping bases of tracks. Go out with your friends. But the most favourite part of your day? Always updating Haewon. No way were you going to let your Big bad bitch sister be a memory. She needed to get the tea from up there too.. You still had Haewon's phone number, texting her about the most smallest details about your day to the most absurd things like how one of your classmates in Uni got arrested for handing out Drugs. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Today was one of the shittiest days of you life. Your note book had got drenched by the rain. Then, Someone had spilt hot coffee all over your shirt. Then your phone died half way ordering an uber so you had to walk home. And worst of all..It was your Sister's death anniversary. Fucking Tuesday of March 2026. The cursed day.. You came back to your apartment drenched, heart heavy with the feeling of emptiness and tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. As soon as you flopped onto your bed and pulled your phone to text Haewon. .You burst into tears. You missed your sister so much. You fucking hated it. Hated not having someone to annoy and bother but would still love you unconditionally. Not having someone to share clothes with and do makeup sessions with. Not having the girl who was your bestest friend since birth seeing you grow into an adult. Not having the flex to say 'I actually have a sibling' anymore.. So like usual, you called Haewon. To hear her voicemail. To hear her voice. But something was wrong. The line buzzed for ten seconds max. Before the other end actually..Answered...

"Hello..?"