Book 1 in the Adoration Series
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Adeline Dubois is drowning. Fast.
She has tried to keep her head above the water, but every time she was able to get the smallest bit of air, she was dragged back under by the waves.
A familiar face from her...
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2nd of February, 2022
I haven't cried. It's been nine days since my best friend, my twin, died and not a single tear has fallen down my cheeks. I've just felt numb.
No words have left my mouth since I found out the news. My voice is going to be hoarse during the eulogy I've been told to read out, but I owe Madeleine at least that.
There's too many people here. Our classmates, teachers, relatives. It shouldn't be like this. Maddie didn't know any of these people properly. My sisters, mother and I should be the only ones here. Even I shouldn't be here. I don't deserve it.
Everyone is sickening. I've received too many 'I'm so sorry for your loss's and more hugs than I'd like from distant family. The feeling of eyes on me is uncomfortable. I haven't left my seat on the bench in the corner of the room, looking down at my hands as I tune out the noise around me, but I can tell people haven't stopped looking at me. The feeling of pity being projected onto me is disgusting. I don't want anyone's pity, yet everyone thinks it's right to give it to a grieving sister.
There's been whispers floating around the room. The people here must think my ears aren't working anymore, but I can perfectly understand what they're saying. They blame me for what's happened, people saying I should've been the one that passed instead of her. They can resent me for her death all they want, but I will always hate myself for it more than they ever could.
A lump is forming in my throat, a zoo stomping around in my stomach. I don't think I'll make it through the whole speech without throwing up. The thought of sharing my most vulnerable thoughts of my twin is terrifying. No one here deserves to know it.
My eyes have been flickering around the room every few seconds, looking for him. Mom didn't tell me if he'll be here, but it would only be right for him to visit his favourite daughter's funeral. He owes her that after abandoning us. His father is here, sending glances of hatred in my direction. He hates me as much as his son does. The aggression must run in the family since the few times we've been to his house, I've seen my father wiping blood from his nose, cursing him out from under his breath.
A light tap on my shoulder brings me out of my thoughts. I look to my right, seeing Mom standing in front of me, her face twisted in the small frown she's been wearing all day. "Ça commence."
(Translation: It's starting.)
I nod, the lump in my throat growing even bigger than before. I walk to the front and take a seat beside Rosalie, who smiles lightly at me while Genevieve ignored my presence. My hands land on my lap, playing with the string bracelet on my wrist.
