Lyney stood in front of the fridge, his eyes lingering on the untouched cheesecake. It sat there, a nearly complete round with only three slices missing—the ones he and his twin sister, Lynette, had shared with their father on their last visit.
"Father, does the cheesecake taste different?" Lyney asked, "I bought it from the store you usually get it from."
Arlecchino, their father, looked up from the table,"Oh... no. It tastes good," She replied calmly.
Lynette’s soft voice broke the silence. "Do you not like cheesecake anymore, Father?" If their father had grown tired of cheesecake, she planned to bring something different next time.
Arlecchino was silent for a moment, her gaze distant as though lost in a memory. "I used to think that I liked cheesecake..."
"But it turns out," The Father continued, "I only liked the person who loved that cheesecake so much."
The twins fell silent, they both knew exactly who she was talking about.
The woman who celebrated every moment with a slice of cheesecake.
The woman who indulged in cheesecake on her “cheating” days.
The woman who demanded cheesecake as a peace offering whenever Arlecchino had upset her.
Her name is Furina. Their father's wife.
And it had been three months since Furina had left this world, leaving their father behind to live like an empty shell. The absence of her laughter, her mischief, her vibrancy, was a wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding.
The End.
A/N: inpired by indonesian SNS content