Vesta silently sipped the wine while thinking about what her friend had declared. It melted her of how sharply Jillian's gaze gave to her.
"Don't make a stupid decision, Vesta. Let Tita Elena just be on that thing." Jillian was not pleased about it. Vesta presumed Jillian could help her, but as her aunt, Jillian was from the same perspective.
Vesta placed the half-content wine glass on the glass table. Vesta scowled, it's not the thing that Jillian averse but the reason that they don't want her to go there.
"Will you please tell me the reason I shouldn't go there? Because it feels like you want to tell me something that you can't say to me, Jillian. What is that then?"
Vesta saw the suddenness in Jillian's look that disappeared a mere second. Jillian regressed her sitting position and her eyes weren't looking at Vesta.
"I'm just worried about you. You may end up like your twin. Do you want Aunt Elena to hurt again? You are breaking her heart now for what you are doing. She is protecting you will not lead the fate like your twin," Jillian reasoned out.
Vesta lost her gusto now. No one will dictate to her. No matter what, she will find her brother. Vesta perceived he was alive and was waiting for her.
"I thought you would support me in my decision? Why change? Tell me, Jillian, what's the reason. It seems like you and my aunt learn something about what happened to Xyller. Why won't you tell me?" Vesta said in a rambling tone.
Jillian pressed her lips. "I'm just worried for you, Vesta. I'm trying my best to help you by giving some information ab–"
"I'm not satisfied with it; you hired someone to find him. But it's the same as the one Aunt Elena hired. Where is his body, then? Clothes with blood are not enough for me. I want him not just the things he had, Jillian," Vesta shook. She breathed deep. Her chest was so crowded that if she would talk, she would cry in front of Jillian. Her friend should support her, but her feelings hurt by what she did.
"I'm so sorry about it. I'm also affected. You didn't know how I'm hurting, Vesta. I'm his girlfriend. I want to find him as you wanted, but we know he's gone. It's difficult to move on, but we need to even it's so hard." Jillian's eyes reddened while telling those words.
Vesta has enough with this. She stood up in her chair, turned her back, and hurried. Moving on? She can't until she sees his body then she'll accept they're right, he was dead.
"Vesta!"
Vesta ignored her voice and stepped out of her apartment door. She only wanted the truth. But why does it feel like they were lying to her?
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Vesta got off the bus; it's a long ride. At last, she reached the place. La Moran, it's by Mindanao. (just a fictional place).
Vesta cut the long hair she had and changed its style in color into wavy reddish-brown. She wore a black fake eyeglass. She wore a simple blue shirt and black, tattered jeans. The black snicker she was using made her more comfortable than the usual long heels sandals she wore. She walked to the waiting area in the terminal, pulling her wheeled matte black baggage.
Some locals stared at Vesta. She could sense the eyes in her. Vesta ignored it. She breathed easily, then picked her phone in her sling bag. She sent a message to her cousin Ashley that she was here waiting for her.
Lots of people were going in for rides and going out of public vehicles. It looked similar to the city. But Vesta saw more trees here than in Manila and there's no building that reached over five floors.
Her eyesight glanced in the passing vehicle, a red Maserati. It looked like there were a lot of rich people here. She bothered herself by chatting with her group in the chat. They were so sad when they realized she was going on vacation for six months. She hopes six months will be enough to find him.
The Colours
Pink: I hate you for leaving us.
Red: Why you did not bring us, Blue 😭😭 You are so unfair!
Violet: 😭😭😭 your souvenir to me when you come back. I'm going to die missing you every day.
Red: 😰😰 This is so painful rather than my break up with Blake.
Black: What a drama! Guys, you didn't know Sha was so stressed let her have her vacation.
A long vacation, so guys, understand. 💕💕
Scarlet: 😭😭🥺🥺🥺
Scarlet: Onee-chan, I'll miss you so much. Take care 💕🥺
Heh, you are all so dramatic. Just chillax there when I'm here k 😄😄😄, get ready when I come back, the deal we made ago, do it now.
Scarlet: 😱😱😫, I forget it Onee-chan.
Black: 😤🥺it's not fair.
Scarlet: 😖😖 I'm ready for it even I'm not ready.
Pink: We can do it, guys.
Red: I'm always ready, aye aye aye 😝😝😝
Vesta laughed at their reactions to her group, though she had forgotten about the deals that each one of them should make her new song composition for the New Album that will release next year.
I have faith in you guys. Aja! Aja! Fighting Pinoy!
Black: fighting dzai.
Scarlet: for the future...
Red: husband of Scarlet.
Pink: 🥳🥳🥳Ui, there's a rumor that Davidson will propose to you @Scarlet
What? For real 🥰🥰 ? Ayeee.
Scarlet: What about the packing gas chamber, humanoid pink, what's in your ear? It's not real because we are not even in a relationship! Tse!
Black: Condolences, Scarlet.
Scarlet: Really? 😤😤😤 @Black
Vesta stopped typing when she saw a car stopped one meter away from her. The driver's window opened, and the smiling face of Ashley appeared. Was she waiting?
"Do you have a plan to ride with me?" Ashley jokes in an impatient tone. Vesta knew Ashley just came.
She stood up to the waiting bench area and walked to Ashley with her baggage. Ashley went out of the car and gave Vesta a tight hugged.
"How are you? You've grown into a beautiful lady." Ashley hugged, tackled Vesta as if Ashley missed her so very much.
"Don't tease me, pretty cousin. I'm fine, you see? How about you?" Vesta smiled and broke into the hug to each other.
"I'm fine, as usual. I'm still gorgeous," Ashley said with a wink that causes Vesta to laugh.
"Let's go, Vesta. Mother can't wait to see you," Ashley said, in an exciting mood while walking to the car.
Ashley helped her bring the suitcases to the back seat of her cousin's Toyota Vios. The car's color was pink with one blue striped line design. Before Vesta got in the front seat. She noticed that there were no changes in Ashley's personality; she was still funny and optimistic.
"How's the trip?" Ashley inquired before she turned on the engine.
"It is good," Vesta replied.
Ashley's hair color was black and inherited its nose to her father, a Brazilian, with an upturned nose and grey eyes. Ashley inherited the lips and skin from her mother Stella, who was Vesta's godmother, a milky white skin.
"Good. Good. If I went here, the trip would be so total hell for me. Imagine 10 hours going in here?" Ashley referred with a shook in her head.
"You dislike being on a trip because you are like that. So how's your mom?" Vesta questioned her gaze outside the car.
"She's fine with health, but being her mother, I felt like I'm still a baby on her side. However, I love her so much."
Vesta smiled at what Ashley said, but sadness formed within her. She misses her mother so much.
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While they were on a trip, Vesta just looked outside the window while watching their passes. The area has changed. She has seen a lot of establishments standing and having more two-story buildings established.
"Vesta? Is that true you told me when you called?" Ashley said, breaking the silence while looking at the road.
"Yes. I'll enroll myself at Farex University. I need to do something there," Vesta mumbled without even looking at Ashley.
Xyller studied the Botanist program at Farex University. Vesta remembered how her brother loved plants when they were a lad. That's the reason Xyller has chosen the course. Xyller was in the second year when the news came to Vesta. It was unexpected and unforgettable.
"I'm so excited! We're going to be classmates. I study there, so will you follow the same course I have? It's kinda nice, education." Ashley showed excitement at knowing that Vesta will school at Farex University.
Ashley's expression changed when she remembered something. "I'm so sorry about what happened to Xyller." Vesta heard the pain in Ashley's voice.
Xyrell did not live with their godmother Estella and settled down in the dormitory while he studied at the university. That's what Xyrelle wanted to be on his own, even when Vesta said to him he should stay with their godmother, but he did not listen. Vesta knew her brother enough. If Xyrelle decided, you could not unbend it no matter how you tried.
What is his decision, that's it? Vesta never calls Xyrell a twin because she preferred to call her by his name. She does not want to be the center of having Xyrell, her twin.
"You did not do wrong, Ash. It was an unexpected happening," Vesta falsified a smile while asserting those words to make Ashley better.
"Sorry for that, Vesta," Ashley said. Vesta saw the pain in Ashley's eyes. Suddenly Vesta felt her heart squeezed by phrases that Ashley let go of.
Vesta kept quietly turning her head in the window's direction. Watching the houses, they passed. While staring she could not stop, not to weep. Vesta knew deep down in her heart that Xyller was alive. She hoped, and she was not losing hope, that she would find him.
"Xyrell, where are you?" Vesta whispered to herself.
Frozen Heart, New Start
The last thing I remembered was freezing to death in my garage, alone. My fiancée, Jenny, had taken all our savings, not for us, but for her lover Mark Todd's son, Leo. She didn't even seem sad when she found me, just annoyed my death inconveniently interrupted Leo's birthday plans. I gasped, my eyes flying open to a warm morning sun in my own bed. The date on my phone was a full year before my demise. A second chance. My old auto shop teacher called, offering a full scholarship to an automotive engineering program in California. In my first life, I turned him down, sacrificing my dreams to stay with Jenny in our small Ohio town. But this time, a cold, hard resolve filled me. "I'll take it," I said, my voice firm and clear, my heart an ice block. Just then, Jenny walked in, laughing with Mark and Leo, acting like they owned my house. Leo, the spoiled kid, demanded I make him mac and cheese, and Jenny instantly defended him, whispering, "He's just a kid! Don't be so petty." I watched her doting on them, making them dinner with practiced ease, completely ignoring me and my own cold meal. Why did I let her walk all over me, drain my bank account, and destroy my future? This time, I felt nothing but a powerful decision. I was already gone. They just didn't know it yet.
Spirit Beast's Vengeance
The pain hit me so hard it felt like my soul was being ripped out. I was Jocelyn Fuller, wife of Ethan Blakely, living a quiet life rooted in Southern tradition, bound by an ancient pact to guard his family' s fortune through my sacred albino alligator. Then, terror struck. My spirit beast, my very essence, was brutally killed – skinned, burned, leaving me collapsed and vomiting blood, feeling every agonizing second of its death through our shared bond. My husband, Ethan, returned, not with remorse, but with rage, fueled by his "devout Christian" mistress, Maria, and her televangelist, Brother Rufus. He accused me, the woman who gave him everything, of barrenness and jealousy, publicly shaming me, ordering me whipped for a truth only I knew. How could the man I loved, the man I saved from death three years ago using my very life force, believe such monstrous lies? How could he betray me so utterly, sacrificing the very source of his family's power and my own soulmate for a manipulative woman and her supposed "miracle child"? As the whip descended, each lash shattering my skin, the ancient seal holding back my true power fractured, transforming passive pain into an earth-shattering roar of awakening.
The Price of Compassion
My world shattered in the sterile hallway of the city hospital. Director Anderson told me the permanent nursing position, my dream job, went to Nicole Chavez. Why? Because my husband, Matthew, had advocated for Nicole, a "struggling single mother," on compassionate grounds. The cold dread that settled in my stomach was utterly familiar; it was the same feeling I had in my last life. In that life, I had gone home, cried, got pregnant, and was later laid off, only to watch my husband hold Nicole' s hand at my funeral and my child call her "mom." A physical rage burned through me, fueled by the memory of utter betrayal. But this time, I wasn' t going home to cry; I was reborn at the exact moment the betrayal began.
The Second Chance She Stole
My mother' s voice, thick with religious fervor, announced her latest decree for SAT season: 100 days of no secular music, no TV, no internet. This wasn't the first time. I remembered falling down the stairs, Molly's raging accusations still ringing in my ears, right before the darkness consumed me. Now, I was 16 again, trapped in the same suffocating reality, but with the chilling knowledge of how it all ended for me. My twin sister, Molly, quickly embraced Mama's extreme rules, her 'pious' facade masking pure laziness, while I quietly perfected my escape plan. As Molly spiraled into isolation at school, earning the nickname "Amish Girl," my mother, Debra, only tightened her grip, even forbidding basic hygiene. The SAT scores revealed my 1580 against Molly's dismal 850, shattering Mama's carefully crafted image, especially on live stream. Instead of facing reality, Mama demanded I sacrifice my Duke acceptance, "for Molly's sake," a sister who had literally killed me in my past life. How could my own mother expect me to give up my entire future, again, for the one who destroyed me? Why was I back? This time, I wouldn't argue, I wouldn't compromise, and I certainly wouldn't die for their delusions. This time, I was getting out, even if it meant watching them burn their own lives to the ground.
Whispers of the Delta: A Ghostly Comeback
It was my wedding night in the heart of the Mississippi Delta, the air thick with the hum of my guitar and the sweet promise of a new life with Jennifer. Everyone called me a prodigy, especially when I poured my essence into the "Soul Chord," a gift that felt like pure magic flowing through my fingers. Then, the juke joint doors burst open, and a biker gang stormed in, dragging me off stage. They held me down, and their leader, with a ball-peen hammer, systematically crushed the bones in my left hand, the one that played my Soul Chord. Through a haze of blinding pain, I saw Jennifer, shielding Caleb, watching without a word, her eyes cold and distant. Later, in the clinic, drugged but awake, I heard their whispers: Jennifer, Sabrina, and Caleb. They had planned it all, drugged me, orchestrated the attack to steal my music for Caleb' s album. My deepest secret, a dormant Soul Chord in my right hand, was brought up. And then, Jennifer quietly, methodically, severed the tendons in my right wrist, destroying my last hope, my last chance to play. They framed me as a violent gang affiliate, spread lies, and announced Jennifer and Caleb' s engagement, built on my ruin. My own adopted mother, Sabrina, then ordered my legs broken, leaving me a helpless, shattered mess. Thrown into a swamp to die, betrayed by everyone I loved, a cold rage ignited in me. They destroyed my body, my spirit, my life, but they made one fatal mistake: they left me breathing. Now, all that pain, all that fury, has become something more. And I' m coming back for every single one of them.
When the Angel Sings Again
On our tenth wedding anniversary, I believed I would finally become a true wife to Pastor Caleb Hughes, the man I dedicated my life and my "Voice of an Angel" to. But as I approached his study door, I heard voices that shattered my world. His mistress, Maria, demanded my voice for her unborn child, and Caleb agreed to steal it through a "medical procedure" after a staged accident. My blood ran cold, realizing my decade-long marriage, my faith, my entire life, was a calculated lie to steal my sacred gift. The next morning, humiliation became physical torment as Caleb paraded Maria as the "First Lady," giving her my mother's heirloom locket and watching impassively as my voice, my very essence, was brutally taken. My loyal friend, Debra, rushed to help, only to be thrown against the marble stairs by Caleb' s guards, dying for trying to save me. What monster plots such a betrayal, then callously lets my only friend die for it? In my desperation, I signed divorce papers in my own blood and leaped from the bell tower, seeking an end to the unbearable pain. But I didn't die; instead, I woke in a hidden convent, discovering my "angel voice" was actually a birthright, a divine power to heal and to judge. Now, as the Matriarch of the ancient Cantors, I will return to claim justice and unleash my reborn voice upon those who stole everything from me.