Lizz made her way to the hill, her heart light with the quiet peace of the evening. As she reached the top, she sat down on the soft grass, letting the cool night air brush past her.
Staring up at the sky, she took a deep breath, letting the beauty of the moment settle in. The stars were just starting to twinkle, their soft glow lighting up the dark sky. She closed her eyes for a moment, lost in her thoughts, when suddenly, a streak of light shot across the sky — a shooting star.
Her eyes flew open, and she watched in awe as the star disappeared into the night. Instinctively, she made a silent wish, her heart feeling lighter as she did. For a moment, it was just her and the vast, starry sky, the world around her fading away.
For a while, she sat there, feeling the weight of the world lift away, surrounded by the calm of the night. The only sounds were the soft rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the world far below her. Time seemed to slow, and Lizz didn't mind one bit. She simply let herself be, lost in the peaceful embrace of the night.
after a while she headed towards home.
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Meanwhile, Blizz was heading home after saying goodbye to her friends. As she stood at the traffic signal, waiting to cross, she noticed an elderly lady struggling nearby. Without hesitation, she walked over to offer her help.
At that moment, Erik happened to be on the other side of the street. He saw Blizz assisting the old woman and quickly made his way over. While Blizz gently held the lady's hand to guide her across, Erik offered to carry her belongings. Together, they helped her cross safely.
The old lady smiled warmly and thanked them both before continuing on her way.
"How's your hand?" Erik asked, glancing at Blizz's fingers.
"It's okay, just a little scratch," she replied with a small smile.
"Do you live nearby?" Erik asked.
"No, I actually came with my friends. I'm just heading home now," Blizz answered. "The time flew by... but it was fun." She paused for a second, then added, "What about you? What are you doing here?"
"I live close by," Erik said. "I went to another city after school to visit my grandma, but came back early since we have school tomorrow. I also did some grocery shopping..." He let out a sigh. "Ugh, I really don't like doing that!"
Blizz laughed. "Yeah, I can't say grocery shopping is at the top of my favorites list either."
"Okay, see you! Have a nice evening," Blizz said, looking at Erik with a gentle smile.
"Yeah... you too," Erik replied, forcing a small smile.
As she turned to walk away, something lingered in the air—maybe he didn't really want to part ways just yet.
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Both sisters were making their way back home, the evening settling in and the streets quieter now. Blizz, still with the buzz of the afternoon fresh in her mind, walked with an easy pace, while Lizz, her bag heavy with books and notes, kept her steps more measured.
As fate would have it, they met right in the middle of the street, walking toward the same house. The coincidence made them slow down, falling into step together. It wasn't unusual for them to meet like this—though the air between them had always felt... different recently.
Lizz glanced at Blizz, breaking the silence first. "Where are you coming from?"
Blizz smiled casually, flicking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I went with my friends to that new café downtown. It's pretty cool, you should check it out sometime."
Lizz nodded, already a little distracted by the books in her bag. "Sounds nice. I was at the library... working on Mr. Wilson's assignment. It's due this week."
Blizz raised her eyebrows, her smile faltering as she stared at her sister. "Oh, man," she said, suddenly realizing. "There was an assignment?! I totally forgot!" She threw her hands up in the air in mock despair, exaggerating her reaction with a dramatic groan. "I'm so screwed."
Lizz couldn't help but chuckle a little at her sister's reaction. "You're always doing this," she teased, shaking her head. "But seriously, you're lucky—Mr. Wilson's class isn't that hard. You can probably pull something together last minute."
Blizz dramatically flopped her head back, rolling her eyes. "I'm not like you, Lizz. I can't just 'pull something together.' I need time to procrastinate in peace."
Lizz let out a small laugh, a rare moment of genuine amusement between them. "Yeah, well, time's running out. You might want to start thinking about it soon."
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By the end of the week, Lizz ended up helping Blizz with her assignment.
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Blizz was in the middle of a conversation with her friends, giggling and laughing, completely caught up in the moment. The room buzzed with their chatter, a lively mix of stories and jokes.
The door opened, and Lizz walked in with Flora trailing behind her. Lizz wasn't as talkative as Blizz, always a little more reserved, but she had a quiet presence that made her hard to miss. She went straight to her desk, dropped her bag, and pulled out the tiffin box her mom had packed for Blizz.
After a second, she noticed Blizz still lost in her conversation. Without saying anything, she made her way over to her sister, who was too busy to notice her at first. Lizz cleared her throat quietly to get her attention.
Blizz looked up, blinking in surprise. "What's up?"
"Mom woke up early today and made lunch," Lizz said, holding out the tiffin box. "But you left so quickly, she didn't get a chance to give it to you. Here."
Blizz took the box from Lizz, a little distracted but still grateful. "Oh, thanks, Lizz," she said with a quick smile, already turning back to her friends. Her attention shifted back to the conversation, but she didn't forget to glance at her sister once more, offering a small, unspoken appreciation.
Lizz nodded and returned to her seat.
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Lunch break had just started, and Lizz was still carrying Blizz's tiffin box. She had meant to give it to her in the morning, but by the time she got to the classroom, the first lecture had already started, and interrupting the teacher wasn't an option.
Then, during the break before lunch, Blizz had already dashed out of the room—typical. She never stayed in one place for too long. Now Lizz was stuck holding the tiffin her mom had woken up early to prepare, scanning the nearly empty classroom.
Flora walked up beside her, raising an eyebrow. "Still haven't given it to her?"
Lizz shook her head, a little annoyed but mostly just tired. "She ran off before I could. I don't even know where she is."
Flora thought for a second, then gestured toward the window. "She's probably at the playground. She always ends up there during lunch. Come on, let's check."
Lizz nodded and followed Flora out of the classroom, weaving through a few groups of students still wandering the halls. The sun outside was warm, the kind of afternoon that made people want to be anywhere but indoors.
Sure enough, they spotted Blizz in the distance, sitting on one of the benches near the field, surrounded by her usual crowd. She was mid-laugh, probably telling some story that had everyone's attention.
Lizz walked up to her, a little out of breath, holding out the tiffin box. "Hey. Mom woke up early to make this, but you left so fast this morning, she didn't get to give it to you. I couldn't catch you earlier either, so... here."
Blizz looked up, surprised. She took the box, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. "Oh wow... thanks, Lizz. I totally forgot."
"You always do," Lizz muttered, but her tone wasn't harsh.
Blizz gave her a look, half amused, half grateful. "Still, thanks for bringing it all the way out here."
Lizz just shrugged, already turning to leave with Flora. "Just eat it before it gets cold."
Just then, someone approached from the side of the playground. It was Erik, strolling over with his usual laid-back vibe, hands in his pockets and a curious look on his face. He slowed down as he spotted the two girls together.
"Whoa," he said, eyes bouncing between them. "Wait—are you two... twins?"
Blizz grinned. "Yeah. Identical."
Erik looked stunned. "That's crazy. I've never actually seen twins in real life before. You guys look exactly the same."
Lizz raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "So?"
Blizz smirked. "Yeah, we get that a lot."
Erik laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right, okay. That was probably a dumb thing to say."
He hesitated for a second, then smiled—more to Blizz than anyone else. "But still... I don't know. It's kind of easy to tell who Blizz is."
Lizz narrowed her eyes slightly, curious. "Oh yeah? What gives it away?"
Erik glanced at Blizz, then back at Lizz, his smile softening. "She's got this... energy, I guess. You notice her."
Blizz blinked, caught a little off guard. "That's either really sweet or really cheesy."
Erik shrugged, grinning. "Maybe both."
Blizz gave a quick smile, not really reading into it. "Well, I am the cooler twin."
Erik chuckled."sure"
Lizz looked between them, catching the way Erik was still half-looking at Blizz like she was the main character in a movie... and Blizz was just completely missing it.
Flora leaned over to Lizz, whispering, "Does she seriously not see it?"
Lizz sighed under her breath. "Nope. Not even a little."
The bell was about to ring, and students began trickling out of the cafeteria, heading to their next classes. Blizz, though, paused before following the crowd.
"I'll be right back," she said, heading toward the washroom.
The others nodded, and Leah, Amy, and a couple of friends walked toward their classroom, chatting as they went. Lizz and Flora, trailing behind, were in no rush, taking their time.
Blizz turned around and gave them a quick wave. "Catch you guys later!"
Lizz, still absorbed in her phone, casually waved back, not looking up. "Later," she muttered, her voice relaxed. Flora gave a small wave too, smiling as she followed Lizz.
Once Blizz disappeared into the hallway, Leah turned to Amy, her voice dropping to a teasing tone.
"Did you see that?" Leah asked, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Erik was totally staring at Blizz."
Amy raised an eyebrow, glancing over. "What are you talking about?"
Leah leaned in slightly, grinning. "Come on. The way he was looking at her? It's so obvious. He's got it bad."
Amy shrugged, clearly unconvinced. "Maybe. But Blizz? She doesn't really pay attention to that kind of thing."
Leah smirked. "She never does. But I saw it. He's into her, for sure."