Chloé blanks - POV

When heard it from mom i was a bit scared, it was a hereditary disease she said.

In every Generation a twin is born, The boy always dies and the girl luckily survive.

More than a disease it sounds like a curse.

But even so our parent and doctors tried their best, but every time when things started to look good, bad luck always hit him in the head.

'But even then he always smiles'

I know he was forcing it.

I know he was acting tough.

That idiot.

I could see his loneliness and sadness hidden in his eyes. We were twins after all.

I visit him today, i heard that in all the 15 years he might really be okay this time but it seems it was not so... He was hiding something from me.

I was currently on my way to the bus stop then suddenly a huge pain hit me.

"My chest? "

Everything suddenly became dark that was all i remember.

It was dark i don't know what happen.

I could hear the sounds of electrocardiograph beside me and the sounds of people talking

I tried opening my eyes but my body would not listen.

I soon fell into a deep slumber.

I don't know how much time has past i could finally open my eyes.

I opened my eyes and saw mom and dad the doctor who always treated my brother was also on my other side.

Mom was smiling, but there was a faint hint of sadness in her smile but i cant quite but my finger on it.

She told me what happen, I had severe case of heart failure so much so that I need a heart transplant.

The operation was successful and i had been sleeping for a few days now.

I was happy that i survive after all i cant be suddenly dying before i met my brother again can i?

Tears flowed down.

'Ehh... What is this why do i feel so empty'

It felt like i had lost something very important.

Then i suddenly remember, i look at my mom and realize..

I ask hurriedly..

"Mom, what happened to my brother"

Her eyes widen, i could see tear forming up in her eyes she looked away and did not answers... Dad was silent since the very beginning.

The doctor opened her mouth but something was also chocking her.

"Your brother.. had less than 4 mouths to lived, you cannot wait for four months" she said.

I couldn't believe it, no it must be a prank,

It cannot happen, he said he was getting better after all.

I conclude it must be a prank but even so,

Tear could not stop flowing from my eyes.

'No its a prank, i must prove it'

I pulled out the needles stuck in my hands than jumps out my bed and hurriedly ran out of my room.

"No, Miss you have just finish your transplant you must not move".

The doctor hurriedly tried to stop me but i did not listen.

I continue to ran toward the room my brother was in..

I entered the room but strangely the bed was empty.

I fell to my knees.

I cried out.

The doctor hurriedly came after me but after she saw me crying she no longer tried anything.

She took a piece of paper from her pocket and passed it on to me.

There were writings on the paper which read -

'Dear sis, haha it seems i wont be able to fulfill my promise of going on a picnic after all,

And it seems i wont be able to see you in your wedding dress when you get married in the future, forgive me my precious sister, as much as i want to, i wont be able to play with you and argue with you, please don't cry because of this stupid brother of yours - your stupid brother'

"Yo- You Idiot, Alfie you Idiot, idiot, idiot, how could you do this to me, how could you leave me all alone, and all of the thing you swore we do when you get better, how could you break our promise, you stupid big bother"

I could not stop crying...

It hurts, it hurts so much that i could not properly think..... another pain erupt from my chest and and I soon fell unconscious again.

It has been 3 week since then, i stood in front of grave that read - Alfie blanks 19XX-20XX

I could not eat anything for 1 entire week my parent were starting to get worried but everytime i think of that idiotic face of my brother i push forth, with all i had...

He was someone who would joked through all his problem, smile through anything and flush his medical record down the toilet.

He was an idiot but i really admire him.

I just came back from hospital to take his remaining stuff, but something really wired happened, we could not find his favorite diary he always keeps besides him.

The doctor told me that beside the piece of paper, he also left me behind his diary for me.

That diary of his was filled with childish scribbles and drawings, story and designs of a fantasy world. He used to tell me stories he'd written in that book and i used to listen to him as a child, i was no longer a child but i still had great longing for that book.

No matter how much i think about it i could not think of anyone who would steal that embarrassing diary of his.

"Really, just how much stupid must you be to get your favorite book stolen"

I smiled at the grave.

"And who would be so stupid to steal it"

"Sigh*... Anyway.... I've missed you so much, come home soon.. Okay~"

I don't know why i blurted that out i know he would never be coming back again..

But there was something inside me that was expecting him to come home one day.

Was it because i have not completely except his death or because of something else.