Melissa
"Why they need a war? I am a war."
"Why are you silent?" I bent down and went inside because I felt like the stitches were coming apart and I didn't have much time. "Look at me like I'm a ghost and you don't know that I survived."
"What do you mean you're the mistress of the house again?" my brother asked as I sat down on the chair opposite the sofa while those two assholes were still standing by the window.
"Yes, what do you mean?" my husband asked as I chuckled.
"Sit down." I pointed to the sofa. "Both of you."
Surprisingly or not, they both slowly walked over to the sofa and sat down opposite me.
"So there will be no war, Alex." I placed my palm on the wound and crossed my legs to cover myself.
"Mel..."
"Shut up. You will be silent and listen." I smiled. "You are both traitors to my life. One was a lousy husband, the other brother who hid my children. I repeat, if the children want to leave with me again, you will not interfere."
"And then what?" She pointed her head at Roman, who was looking at me strangely and was clearly too deep in his thoughts. "Will you live happily ever after with this man?"
"No."
"Yes," Roman and I answered at the same time.
"No." I said through my teeth. "We will get divorced, but only after we take revenge on the traitor, but that is no longer your concern because I no longer want you in my life."
"Are you planning on being a single mom?" My brother laughed.
"Yes, but we will decide this when I come to you and find out what the children want, that's the main thing."
My brother bit his lip, obviously thinking about my words. After all, he loves girls, I know that.
The relationship between a brother and sister is a complex and multifaceted bond that combines love, rivalry, support and moments of misunderstanding. They are often each other's first friends, playing together as children, sharing toys, memories and secrets. This bond is formed from an early age and has a profound impact on their personalities, values ââand ability to relate to others.
As children, their relationship can be turbulent. Brother and sister often compete for their parents' attention or argue over small things, like whose spot on the couch is better or who gets the last piece of cake. However, at the same time, they learn important life lessons: sharing, forgiving, and accepting differences. It is often in these early years that the foundations of their attachment are formed, which can last a lifetime.
As they grow older, the dynamics of the relationship change. If in childhood their connection was based more on joint games and small disputes, then with age, deeper topics for communication appear. They can discuss plans for the future, share experiences and help each other in difficult situations. A sister can become a confidant of a brother, to whom he will tell about his experiences, and a brother, in turn, often becomes a protector of his sister, ready to stand up for her in any circumstances.
However, not everything is always smooth. Different characters, life goals or accumulated grievances can lead to temporary disagreements or even estrangement. For example, a brother and sister can choose completely different paths: one prefers a quiet family life, the other strives for a career and constant travel. Such differences can cause misunderstanding, but at the heart of their connection is often love, which helps to overcome any difficulties.
Over the years, when they start their own families, their relationship takes on a new look. They no longer spend much time together, but they remain an important part of each other's lives. Mutual support during difficult times, joint holidays and raising children - all this strengthens their bond. Often, it is childhood memories that become the bridge that brings them back to each other, despite life's changes.
Old age brings another transformation. Brother and sister may become closer, realizing that they are the keepers of a shared family history. Their conversations may be filled with memories of years gone by, stories about their parents, and discussions of the life lessons they have learned from their shared experiences.
So, the relationship between a brother and sister is like a book with many chapters. Each of them has room for joy, pain, and inspiration. Despite all the difficulties, this connection remains one of the most important and long-lasting in life, helping each of them become better and stronger.
Only we didn't have half of it. Everything in my life is not like normal people, and the relationship with Alex is no exception. Now it will all end. I don't have a brother anymore and that's it. He betrayed me. Yes, he probably wanted the best, but no one has the right to hide children from their mother.
"I heard you." Alex stood up and nodded, coming up to me, he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek but whispered, "Forgive me if you can. I love you, sister, I'll be waiting for you when you come for the kids."
"Alex..." Unbidden tears filled my eyes as my brother simply gave in. I watched his back move away and then the slam of the door just ripped my heart out.
The end of a sibling relationship is a painful and complex topic, filled with emotional depth and controversy. When blood relatives grow apart, it rarely happens suddenly. More often, the breakup is caused by a buildup of conflict, misunderstandings, or life circumstances that create a chasm between them.
Perhaps their bond was strong as children. They shared joys and sorrows, spent time together, protected each other. But as they grew older, their paths began to diverge. Differences in character, life goals, or values ââcould cause misunderstandings. For example, one could choose a quiet life close to family, while the other could strive for independence and career heights. Such differences, if not discussed openly, often become the basis for conflicts.
Sometimes relationships deteriorate because of specific events. This could be a fight over an inheritance, resentment over unfair behavior in the past, or a sense that one of them is drifting away. For example, a sister might feel that her brother has stopped caring about her life, and a brother might feel that his sister is not supporting him in difficult situations. Such resentments, if left unresolved, can slowly erode even the strongest bonds.
Toxicity can also be a reason for the end of a relationship. If one of them regularly hurts the other - emotionally, mentally, or even physically - the other may decide to end the relationship for their own safety and peace of mind. In such situations, the pain of a breakup can be deep, but sometimes it's the only way to save yourself.
In some cases, a breakup may be forced when external circumstances intervene. For example, moving to another country, starting your own family, or even differences in political views can become reasons for distance. Over time, the rare calls become shorter and the meetings become less frequent until the connection fades away completely.
However, the end of a relationship between a brother and sister is rarely clear-cut. Even if they no longer communicate, memories of childhood, shared moments and experiences remain with them. Deep down, they may feel regret or even shame for allowing this connection to break. Sometimes the break can be temporary: years later, having realized their mistakes or changed their views, the brother and sister may try to mend their relationship. But this is not always possible, especially if the hurt or pain is too deep-rooted.
The ending of this story leaves a complex palette of emotions: sadness at the loss, relief for those who left for their own well-being, or hope for reconciliation. The end of a relationship between a brother and sister is a process that is rarely easy, but it always carries with it lessons: the importance of forgiveness, respect, and openness. I am sorry that our story began late and ended - in betrayal.
"Don't cry, beauty." When Roman covered my wet cheek with his palm, I turned my head away and stood up.
"Don't touch me." I went to the window. It was beautiful. The night lights of New York were in the palm of everyone's hand because of this view. The winter garden was on the fourth floor, so it was quite high.
"I'm going to come back here with the kids in a week." I pulled my hand away from the wound and saw blood. Damn stitches. "First we'll deal with the code, then the three traitors, and you'll sign the divorce papers and never again..." I winced in pain. I felt like I was close to being in a coma again. "We won't meet."
"No." I turned around when I heard his words. He was standing where I left him. The most important thing was that he didn't see the scarlet stain that most likely appeared on my hospital gown. "I'm going to touch you. Kiss you. Hug you. Fuck you. And lov..."
"If you do that again, I'll throw you out that fucking window, you...." I fell silent when he went to the window and looked down. "What are you doing?"
"Checking how high the drop is, well, if you do it, I'll die." He turned and came towards me, grabbing my neck. "But it's totally worth it." He covered his mouth over mine.
But it wasn't a kiss, just a touch of lips. The last thing I felt was when darkness began to consume me.
"What's wrong with you?" Roman whispered. "Hey! Hey! Hey!"
I clutched the wound beneath my rib, hoping the gentle pressure of his palm would stop the unrelenting pain that was pulsing through my body. The stitches that had seemed secure just hours earlier were now beginning to come apart, letting hot blood slide across my skin like a harbinger of impending disaster.
I tried to breathe deeply, but every breath became torture. My chest felt like it was being squeezed by invisible vices, and the pain, sharp and burning, rolled in waves. My body weakened with each passing second. I felt the ground beneath my feet begin to lose its solidity, and the world around me became increasingly blurry. A humming sound rang in my ears, muffling even my own moans.
"Roman...bad."
"What..." I grabbed his shoulder with my right hand and saw how his facial features were filled with panic.
My hands were shaking, and the palm that was trying to hold back the blood began to slip, leaving sticky spots on my fingers. I knew I was losing too much. My head was spinning, dark spots were flashing before my eyes, threatening to completely swallow up the remaining light. I wanted to say something, to call for help, but my lips seemed to have turned to stone, and my voice refused to obey me.
I fell to my knees, no longer able to stand. The cold surface of the ground greeted me as an enemy, not as salvation. I felt weakness seize every cell of my body. My fingers, weakened and numb, could no longer hold the wound, so I simply began to cling to Roman's shoulder. My hands fell powerlessly to my knees, and my vision became completely clouded.
"Mel!"
My mind was torn between desperately fighting for consciousness and wanting to give in. Fragments of memories floated before my eyes: sunlight, the faces of loved ones, voices I could no longer discern. "I can't stay here," the thought flashed through my mind, but my body was already failing me, not obeying my orders.
"Mel!"
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The warm blood, now mixed with the dust of the floor, seemed like the last reminder of the life that was about to flow away. I tried to focus, clinging to any glimmer of strength, but instead my awareness of it faded completely. The last thing I felt was a gust of wind, cool and cruel, like a parting sigh of fate.
"Krasavica."
When my body finally hit the floor, the entire world froze, swallowed by silence. My breathing became ragged, and my face, gaunt and pale, seemed to have lost all its former determination. The stitches I had tried so hard to preserve were now just a reminder of the futility of my struggle.