PART 3
Tears instantly filled my eyes after hearing my grandmotherâs words.
Because deep down, I realized I wasnât losing my mind.
My sister was really there.
Still standing beside her coffin crying softly while relatives continued praying around her completely unaware of what was happening.
I squeezed my grandmotherâs hand tightly.
âHow is this possible?â I whispered shakily.
My grandmother sighed sadly before answering.
âSometimes people who die suddenly struggle leaving,â she said quietly. âEspecially when their spirit is still attached to this world.â
My chest hurt painfully hearing that.
Because my sister and I shared a bond stronger than anything I ever experienced before. Even growing up, we somehow sensed each otherâs emotions without speaking.
And now somehowâŠ
Even death had not fully separated us yet.
Then suddenly, my sister slowly turned away from the coffin and looked directly at me again.
This time, she started walking toward us.
Fear mixed with heartbreak inside my chest while she stopped only a few steps away. Tears continued falling from her eyes exactly the way they did whenever she cried while alive.
Then finally, she whispered something so softly I almost missed it.
âI donât want to go alone.â
I immediately burst into tears.
Because hearing her voice again completely shattered me emotionally.
My grandmother pulled me closer while quietly praying under her breath. Meanwhile, my sister kept staring at us desperately like she was trapped somewhere between staying and leaving.
Then she slowly reached her hand toward me.
And without thinkingâŠ
I reached back too.
PART 4 â ENDING
The moment my hand touched hers, coldness rushed through my entire body.
Not painful cold.
Just deep sadness.
And suddenly, memories of our entire lives together flooded my mind at once.
Our childhood laughter.
School days.
Late-night conversations.
Every moment we spent together as twins.
I broke down crying completely.
Meanwhile, my sister kept holding my hand softly while tears rolled down her face too.
Then quietly, my grandmother spoke firmly beside me.
âYou must let her go.â
Those words shattered me.
Because deep down, I realized my sister was still holding onto this world because of me just as much as I was holding onto her.
I didnât want losing her to become real.
And maybe she felt that too.
For several painful minutes, I cried while telling her everything I never got the chance to say properly after the accident.
How much I loved her.
How angry I was she left me behind.
How empty my life already felt without her.
And strangelyâŠ
The more I spoke, the calmer her face slowly became.
Then finally, through tears, I whispered the hardest words of my life.
âItâs okay to rest now.â
My sister stared at me silently for several seconds.
Then slowlyâŠ
She smiled.
A small peaceful smile I will never forget for the rest of my life.
And right there beside her coffin, in the middle of her own funeralâŠ
Her body slowly faded away.
Until she completely disappeared.
The atmosphere inside the room changed immediately afterward.
The heaviness I felt all night suddenly lifted, and for the first time since her death, peace entered my heart instead of panic.
My grandmother quietly continued praying beside me while I cried silently understanding that my sister was finally gone.
Really gone.
The following morning during the burial, I no longer felt the strange presence following me around like before. Deep down, I knew she finally accepted her death after saying goodbye properly.
Losing my twin sister remains the most painful thing that ever happened to me.
Even today, years later, certain songs, smells, and memories still make me cry unexpectedly because part of me will always miss her.
But that night at her funeral changed the way I see death forever.
Because before then, I never believed people could remain spiritually present after passing away.
Until I saw my own twin sister crying beside her coffin unable to leave this world behind.
And honestlyâŠ
That image will stay with me for the rest of my life.
