Sniffing in, I pushed my hair out of my face. Tipping my head forward, squinting at the blocky letters on my notebook, I studied the details once more. I didn't need to do this but it had turned into a habit.
"Okay, okay, okay,"I mumbled as I stood, notebook in hand and paced around a bit. The cold wooden floor was soothing to my warm feet, cooling my tumultuous insides.
This could be it.
It really could. And it was putting me on edge.
I had done it so many times, go back I mean, gathered an immense data that I think I got everything so precisely that I could change everything.
I wasn't crazy.
I wasn't.
Everyone at this point thought so but it didn't matter, no one would remember my blubbering calls at three in the morning about stumbling onto something so magical that I could save her.
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Before taking the leap, I left the green envelope on the kitchen counter. She'd see it, she was like that, always meticulous about having it clutter-free. She'd open it up and see why I did it.
When we moved in together, I thought it was a nightmare, her and I always being together all the time. But now...but now...it was so empty. Everything reminded me of her and I couldn't take it anymore, I just couldn't.
I'd go back with a click of a button and save her, my sister, even if it meant, I'd disappear in the process.
I wasn't crazy.
I wasn't.
