Every story has three parts, the past, the present, and the future. But in my story, there's only one, the past.
What happened? War happened. The war between the royals and the rebels.
When people rejoiced about dethroning the royals, I mourned for...
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"No, you are lying." Tears welled up in my eyes hiding my vision from seeing his face.
That is impossible. My parents would have told me if that was the case. At least Zendaya would've told me.
"Stop bullshiting man." Elijah spat as he handed me a kerchief and took me into his embrace.
I wiped my tears and waited for Casteel to tell me that he was just lying like this was some prank.
"Our parents," he shook his head his voice clogged as he tried to speak. He looked emotional too like this is very important for him.
"You aren't the first child. I and my twin sister were the first borns. In fact, you guys were supposed to stay with us. We as a family. But so many things happened. Our sister died. Our parents died. And you got lost somewhere."
He choked on his breath. Tears threatened his eyes as gave me a smile as if some big weight has been released from his shoulders.
But why?
Why would they hide about the whole thing?
"I've been searching for you the whole time and remember my surprise when I saw you at the art class looking all safe and sound?"
I bit my lip hard trying not to cry.
My breath clogged into my lungs as I gasped for breath.
This is not true.
I don't have a brother or a sister. And that sister died. She died even before I could get to know her. I have a brother who also happens to be my best friend.
"Mae breathe. Breathe." Elijah held my shoulders with worry. I breathed through my mouth since my nose was all clogged.
God, what was happening?
"Here," Casteel took out a photo folded inside his pocket. The photo looked old like it's been through thick and thin.
It was a picture of him and his twin who looked just like my dad. She looks like me too. No, I am looking like her since she is the eldest. But unlike me, her hair is short and black like nothingness. Her eyes were hazel and bright compared to my emerald eyes. I got those features from mom while she did from dad.
This is impossible.
How?
Now that I look at Cas back again, he has a lot of resemblance to dad. His eyes, his features. God, how come I have not seen it before?
"How?"
Casteel gave a look at Elijah and Katherine before he shook his head.
"I'll explain everything once we go there." He took my hands into his. "Now you trust me right?"
I groaned in frustration.
"Cas, this was never about the trust. I never told you I didn't trust you. I trust you. I mean, all this, it's very hard to take. This is such huge news." I squeezed my eyes shut. "All I said is my mate will accompany us."
