Sacrificed To My Sister’s Mate novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: To be loved

Jade’s pov

Everyone talks about the calmness before the storm but never the grief and pain that comes after.

I looked around at my sister’s room and sighed.

I started packing everything so they could go back home.

It’s been a month since she died, and I feel a little better now.

However, I still have so many questions, and I think I will have them.

But now I have begun to accept that not all questions will have answers.

Some will remain unanswered because sometimes there are no answers.

But with growing up and losing people, you also learn a few things.

Sometimes things happen, sometimes you just fail, and there is no valid reason.

Sometimes people just do bad things because they feel like doing it.

This whole time, I spent trying to figure out if I did something to deserve it.

Did I deserve my sister’s wrath?

Did my sister deserve to die the way she did?

Did David have to die the way he did?

But no matter how much I think about it, there is no other solution.

I froze when I found pictures of my sister and Dante on their wedding day.

She looked so happy. Who would have guessed that this is how things would have ended?

Have you ever read a book and weren’t satisfied with the ending?

I feel that way; I wish the ending were somewhat better.

Well, even as a child, I hated endings.

I hated it when my favourite book was coming to an end.

I hated it when I had the last bite of my food.

Because after that, all that remains is this void that the book and the food were filling.

And now there is this void that my sister and David have created.

I put everything in the boxes, and Mom walked in.

“I have people here to take the boxes,” she said, and I nodded.

We sat in my sister’s old room and looked outside the room.

Is this all a human’s life is worth?

You live and then die, and when you die, people put your things in some dark basement.

This is because your close family doesn’t dare to throw it away.

But someone will move into your home day, maybe your grandchildren or someone else.

And when they do they will need space that your things are taking.

And then they will throw it away, and in time, you will be forgotten.

Life really is short; we don’t realise just how short it is.

“It is my fault,” Mom said, and I looked at her, confused.

“I couldn’t be a good mother to you guys. I created a rift between you, which eventually led to this,” she said with tears in her eyes.

I placed my hand on hers, and she looked at me.

“You also raised me and Jay. We love each other a lot, and he is still annoying,” I said and

then looked out the window.

“The three of you were also raised by your grandmother. That woman is evil to the bone, but you didn’t turn out like her,” I pointed out.

The truth is that there comes a time when parents shouldn’t blame themselves for their kids’ mistakes.

And there also comes a time when kids should take accountability for their own mistakes.

I have made mistakes in my life, and I am done blaming others for them.

I know it is wrong to speak ill of the dead, but my sister was like that.

She refused to take accountability for her mistakes.

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