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REGRET

Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing mattered more than Quara. Nothing mattered without Quara. Words had no meaning. Money lost its value. Memories repeated itself, but reminiscing lost its charm. Emptiness was all that was left. Emptiness was something Quara hated.

It started when Mom got arrested and sent to rehab. Dad was sick of it. Exhausted, he sent us to Uncle Kwan's home for a year. Apparently, school did not matter to him since we were set to leave before we finish the year. Quara was excited to meet Uncle Kwan. We heard stories from Dad about the cool gadgets he makes and knickknacks he leaves behind.

Dad showed us one of his inventions that was given to Mom. The base was hard wood, sanded 'til smooth. A metal rod was jutting out, a thread tied at the end. Hanging from the thread was a small yellow clock. Everytime a new hour started, the clock swayed side to side, playing the familiar melody of a music box.

Quara kept it in her room after Mom left. I saw her once stare at it absentmindedly, swaying with the melody. She caught me looking once. She smiled and motioned me to come over.

"Becky is finally at that age when he spies on girls, eh?" Quara said, smirkimg as she pulled her legs up on the bed.

"Ew, and don't call me Becky." I rolled my eyes as I plopped down next to her.

Quara kicked me lightly. "Oh no, Becky is becoming a creep!"

"Oh shut up."

"Oh shut up." Quara mocked in an annoying voice.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously?"

I rolled my eyes again and punched her in the arm.

"Owie." Quara complained, giggling. "You hit like a girl."

"Well, I'm questioning if you are a girl."

"I am. Wanna see?"

I stood up aruptly, my face red. "Nope, nope, nope, nope, NOPE!" I scurried out the room, Quara's obnoxious laughter trailing after me.

Maybe I should've said yes then. If I did, Quara might still be here.

The day Dad told us that we were leaving, Quara was jumping off the walls. Quara was all about adventure and exploration. Well I on the other hand, was more into curling up in a corner playing Pokémon or reading a book.

Dad told us to pack our things and say goodbye to our friends. I didn't spend too much time on the later. Mr. Schluzzle the class mouse wasn't a mourner.

I think the entire school went berserk when Quara announced her leave. It was only for a year, but the class was basically throwing a goodbye party for her. I was left in the dust like always, but I gotten so used to it. Being forgotten wasn't out of the ordinary.

I would throw anything away for Quara.

When we came back home, our bags were packed and waiting by the door. Dad stood by them, a sorry look on his face. No meaningful words were exchanged. All he said was, "Have fun."

Only Quara replied.

When we got in the car that pulled up in front of our house, Dad already went in. Miss Pettifur offered Dad to take us since she was on her way to Wyoming for work. She could drop us off at our uncle's and it would only take an hour to get there from where she had to go.

That was awfully convenient to be true.

Like all car rides, it was long, boring, and suffocating. Quara busied herself with sticking stickers on her face and singing along to the radio. Miss Pettifur didn't seem to mind having her eardrums potentially explode from Quara's talent in vocals; in fact, she seemed to enjoy it and let her screech all she wanted.