When Heather woke up, it was already dark outside. She saw she was in a hospital ward painted all white, and her arm was hooked to a drip. She looked over her shoulder and saw Lily sitting aside, slowly peeling an orange.
The orange’s refreshing scent filled the room. Lily lifted her gaze and smiled slightly. “You’re awake?”
“Why are you here?” The woman inquired, her voice low.
“Someone needs to keep you company, and I’m free anyway.” After a pause, Lily said, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
Heather smiled wryly as if she had just remembered what had happened to Hannah. “Sorry? What’s there to be sorry about? Since I was young, I knew she was going to die. If I lived, she had to be dead, and vice versa. I’m better off now that the curse came true, and I need not worry about it from now on.”
She tried to sound casual, but her expression betrayed her grief.
Lily remained quiet for a moment and said, “Actually, have you ever thought that the curse, perhaps, is not even a curse? The only reasons the curse existed were people's fear of such an unreal thing, human nature, and self-interest.”
Heather looked at her in bewilderment.
“If all of you hadn’t worried about the so-called curse, you and your sister could grow up together happily as regular people, and the curse might then be broken without anyone dying. Perhaps everyone could have led a happier life that way?”
In Lily’s opinion, the twin sisters grew up together and had to compete for survival, but it was unlikely that they did not share a bond.
Hannah was trying hard to imitate her sister, and she influenced Heather.
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