Luna Williams sneered, "You must be thrilled that I'm dying, aren't you?"
Thrilled?
Hope Williams was not the type to kick someone when they were down, nor was she so idle as to take pleasure in someone else's life and death.
"Hope, I hate, I hate you so much, I hate myself, why is fate so unfair? We were born on the same day, to the same parents, yet it is you who has been graced with good fortune."
Luna's voice was filled with endless desolation and resentment.
Hope remained silent, her gaze distantly fixed on the view outside the window, her eyes calm and still.
Luna laughed with extreme irony.
Two people of incredibly similar appearance, yet with completely different fates.
One basks in the limelight, with a future of riches and honor, while the other is gravely ill, shrouded in darkness.
Hope sighed, "If you called just to vent to me, I don't have time for this, you should be taking care of your illness."
"Don't you dare hang up, Hope, I'm not done talking."
