Unforgettable Love Is Unforgettable

Elise and I were half-sisters.

When I was six years old, the grandmother who raised me died. I was taken to a new home by the only guardian who claimed to be my mother.

The new home had a lovely little sister who had been learning to paint since she was a child. She was so adorable that people couldn't help but like her. My uncle was also very good to me.

Until my sister turned ten, my mother signed her up for a world-class painting competition.

When we went out to sketch, my sister anxiously told me that she didn't actually like painting. Her teacher had said that she had no talent and advised her to find another interest.

My sister said she was sure she wouldn't win a big prize in this competition, but she didn't want to disappoint our mother.

She asked me what to do.

I couldn't understand her feelings because I loved painting, but my mother would never let me participate. She said it would be a waste of money if I learned.

In the end, I just told her not to worry too much. Our mother loved her so much that even if she didn't win a prize, our mother wouldn't blame her.

But my sister said I didn't understand.

Then she rolled down the hill from the sketching site.

I was scared out of my wits, and when I ran down to help her up, I was pushed away by my mother who had rushed over.

And my sister, she was sobbing, clutching her arm, looking at me.

"Sister, you want to participate in the competition, I can give you my spot. Since you came to this family, I've treated you like my real sister, how could you do this to me?"

Amid Elise's questioning, I received a loud slap and saw mom's uncontrollable disgust on her face.

Since then, I had to give way to whatever Elise wanted. Mom would always say that I owed her.

I didn't understand why Elise had to treat me like this, was it just because she wanted to avoid the competition?

But she said, "Sister, from the moment you stepped into this family, my dad said that you were nothing more than a parasite living in our house. How could you even think of being my sister?"

After this incident, my mom, who already thought I was a burden on her life, started to despise me even more.

Later, when I got into university, I finally had the chance to get away from them. I didn't hesitate to choose this city and never went back.

The door to my room was pushed open, and Elise walked in.

"Sister, I told Aston, it's been a long time since I saw you, I will sleep with you tonight."

Aston didn't respond directly to the recent drama, whether he wanted me or Elise.

I thought the answer was obvious, but he seemed hesitant.

"How did you get here?"

Elise naturally laid on my bed.

"Of course, it's for Aston. Can't you see that, sister?"

"Oh, by the way, there's another reason. Mom heard that you quit your job at the provincial hospital. She was angry for a long time. She asked me to ask you."

The word "mom" never appeared in my call history, how could she really miss me?

Elise looked at me in surprise.

"No way, sister, you really quit that good job, you don't think that by relying on Aston, you don't have to worry about anything, do you?"

"Sister, stop dreaming, Aston can only be mine."

It was ridiculous, she thought everyone liked to snatch things from others like she did.

I was just protecting what was mine.

With Aston's love, Elise fearlessly settled in.

She was so used to this house that even I, as the owner, had to step aside.

Congratulations to her, she succeeded. In the air where she was present, I didn't want to breathe for even a second more.

I made an excuse to go on a trip for a week, hoping that Aston could handle this messy love triangle.

After breathing fresh air for a week, it was a bit uncomfortable to return to this somewhat suffocating place.

But my most important things are still here, I have to come back.

I opened the door, the room was quiet, it seemed like there was no one, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?"

My angry voice scared the person who was sneaking around.

In the bedroom, Elise was focused on my computer, a picture of a couple embracing was on the screen.

The familiar yet strange face on the screen had been stuck in my mind for seven years, never forgotten but never dared to recall deliberately.