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I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. There was pain. The blood on my dress spread. A sense of floating above my body. That was when I saw her.
My murderer. The other half of my soul. My twin sister.
There wouldn't be any hurt or mistrust again. For neither of us.
P.S. It is a 55 Fiction. An attempt in telling a story in just 55 words.