"What should I do now? Should I hand over this torn page of the diary to the police, or should I keep it safe as a treasure to return to Mr. Wilson when he regains consciousness?" Dr. Smith mumbled to himself, resting his head on the table in his cabin, overwhelmed with restlessness, a heavy heart, and a puzzled mind.

Suddenly, he lifted his face and pulled the page from his white coat. With trembling fingers, he opened it to reread the unspoken plea of a sister to her twin brother.

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Once again, I'm really sorry, bro, for hiding how bad my condition has gotten. I just didn't want to add to your stress, especially since you've already been carrying all of my responsibilities, along with the shame caused by my sexual orientation since childhood.

I can't forget how you begged at the feet of the girls' boarding school owner to let me stay at the 'Blossom Safe Home' after our father kicked me out when he found out I liked girls. He didn't want his reputation tarnished because of me.

But he never knew that you were the one who held my hand in the darkness and admitted me to the boarding school so I could live my life without obstacles. Because of you, I found my love, Evelyn, who was also hiding in the same hostel from her enemies, and we became best friends.

I never forget how you created a scene by beating your classmate just to get transferred to another school across from our boarding school. You took part-time jobs to support me because you didn't want to use our father's money, especially after he cut me out of his life like a weed in a garden.

I know how hard you are trying to get a promotion for a personal apartment so that you can bring me there, and we can live happily together after being separated since childhood. But we can't always get what we want. God has already determined our fates, and in mine, it says that I have to leave this world in a few days without spending time with my twin brother.

I'm sorry I can't say all of this to your face because I know how much you would cry at the thought of losing me. If I tell you about my serious health condition, you would sit beside me for twenty-four hours without blinking, eating, or drinking just to spend those last moments together. I can't bear to see you in a state where every second you suffer, thinking my heartbeat might stop if you shift your gaze for even a moment. I don't want you to become sick just from worrying about my health.

I love you very much, bro, not just because we're twins and share an unspoken, unbreakable bond. I love you because you have protected me from every danger, like a father does for his child. I know we're the same age, but you're two minutes older than me, which is why you always acted like the mature one in front of me, even though we were both just children.

I understand that you hate Evelyn for choosing Ronaldo as her life partner. But believe me, she had no idea about my one-sided, unconditional, blind love for her. I never confessed my feelings because I wanted her to be happy with her own family and child, knowing how much she loved children.

For a moment, if I assume that she falls in love with me and chooses me as her life partner, it still wouldn't be possible for us to have our own biological child. I know we could use surrogacy to have children, but we would still need an unknown male sperm donor to create our child, and nowadays, it's hard to trust anyone. What if the sperm donor turns out to be a psycho, and no one, including the sperm bank, knows about it? What would the future hold for the baby?

Furthermore, even if Eve chooses me, it doesn't mean I won't suffer from this incurable disease. I know that she will cry every time she recalls our sweet memories, until she finally sleeps in death's embrace. Perhaps that's why Eve's heart pounded loudly whenever she was close to Ronaldo instead of me.

I believe everything happens for a reason, and I'm truly happy that my love found a partner like Ronaldo, your best friend, who is trustworthy, loyal, and loves Eve more than his own life. Please don't hate her or your best friend just because your sister was rejected without ever confessing her feelings.

Since I met Eve, a desire has lingered in the corner of my heart. I want to be with her forever. It's the reason I joined her team, so I could stay by her side until my last breath.

If I weren't suffering from this incurable disease, I would stay by her side like a shadow, just to see her happy every day as she lives a joyful life with her husband.

I want to nurture her future babies with my own hands, imagining they're my own children. I want to care for them at night so my love can rest. I want to make them breakfast, just to see their happy faces. I want to chase after them, holding a plate of food as they run away on their tiny, wobbling legs, refusing to eat, especially the vegetables. I want to hold them tight in my embrace whenever they're scared of nightmares or thunderstorms. I want to be their safe haven, where they can blossom like fresh flowers, exploring their talents without the fear of losing anything.

I want to teach them how to become hackers like me and how to control gadgets effectively. This way, our team will be able to catch the culprits red-handed, with recorded videos as proof, without anyone noticing. I want to smile from ear to ear when they make me proud, along with their parents, by achieving excellent results and delivering justice to innocent people.

I want to live for them, but I can't because my tragic fate is snatching my life away, like sand slipping through a tight grip. My willpower is fading in the face of the cruel sarcasm of my destiny. I have a few heartbeats left in my body, and I want to live like a winner who never gives up, even in front of my grim reaper. That's why I booked a hotel on Bliss Island; I intend to take my life into my own hands and defy my destiny's choice. My fate wants to make me weak before my death, but my heartbeat will not stop according to the cruel destiny planned for me. I won't wait for my death while enduring a painful, pathetic life. I'll take my own life right after I reach my final destination. Please forgive me, bro, for leaving you without any hints.

But I promise, bro, I'll come back to you in a new form. I'll return as Eve and Ronaldo's child.

I don't know if I'll be born as a girl or a boy in my next life, or if they will have one child or two. However, as I mentioned in the previous pages, my last wish for Eve and Ronaldo is that if they have a son, he will be named Oliver, and if they have a daughter, she will be named Olivia.

I chose those names by taking letters from the names of the four of us so that the child will always be safe through an invisible bond of our love. You, Eve, and Ronaldo will always feel my presence in your lives.

Promise me, bro, that you'll stay by Eve and Ronaldo's side forever, holding their hands tightly so that no one dares to harm any of you. I know the three of you would do anything to protect your loved ones.

My cruel destiny didn't give you a chance to save me, but promise me, bro, that you'll save me in my next life when I'm reborn as Eve and Ron's child.

Promise me that you'll protect their child just as you have been saving me since we were kids until now. Promise me that you'll do everything to make them happy, fulfilling all the things I wanted to do for them.

This is my last wish, bro: protect Oliver or Olivia no matter what danger comes their way. Stay in their lives as a protective shield so that no one dares to touch a single hair on their heads. Promise me, bro, that you won't lose this second chance to save my life, as you didn't get the chance to save me this time.

Don't forget your promise: please protect me in my new life. I'll eagerly wait to meet you in my next life as my secret love's child.

Goodbye, bro. Don't cry too much; I promise I'll come back to you in just a few years.

But please, protect me this time with all your strength and love. And don't forget my new name; don't you dare to not recognize me: Oliver or Olivia.

I love you, bro. Let's meet in my next life within the coming years.

Daisy

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