He is ten minutes late, I thought while checking my watch and glanced around the cafe surprised by its nice atmosphere.

Ding!

A familiar figure rushed in and said, "Did I make you wait."

"No."

He sat down opposite to me. I sipped on my coffee and waited for him to start the conversation. I already know what this is about. This situation has happened so many times that I can probably read their minds.

I'm sorry Leslie.

"I'm sorry Leslie."

I fell in love with your sister.

"We need to break up."

Guess I can't completely read their minds yet, I mused but faked a pained expression and replied, "Why?"

"I fell in love with your sister. We are going out."

That's it.

"Ok," I muttered. He was surprised at my reaction. I placed my cup down, stood up, and left the cafe. Ha! It's boring playing along with my sister's whims. Well, this was the last one, and now I don't have to pretend anymore. After all, I moved on. Thinking about it made me excited. I have been waiting for this day for a week now. It may sound conceited of me, but even as a looker I have got many confessions. I never rejected them. One among them may be the right person for me would love me, yet every single time they ended up falling for my sister, or should I say she seduced them. Then they broke up with me. She regards me as someone in her mercy. She has always liked to hurt me, and this was one of her ways. As long as I lived in that house, I had to put up with her.

My current ex-boyfriend was the only one who looked at me and was the only one for me. How could he fall for my sister after all that we went through together? Am I unlovable? Why doesn't anyone love me? These were my thoughts when reality hit me.

Everyone prefers my little sister over me. I wouldn't blame them. No one can resist her cute smile and her gaze. It makes you feel special. I knew it all too well. That's what fooled me for years. I sought love and attention. Even if it was fake, it was enough.

Despite the month, we spent together, I felt nothing for them, never felt like touching them, and never wanted their kiss or embrace. Maybe it's because I know it's futile. Now I don't feel hurt. I made peace with the fact that they preferred her over me.

I reached my apartment and plopped down on the sofa. I scrolled through the contacts of my phone and my fingers paused. Should I call her?

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