My Sister's Savior
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I knew. I knew from the moment I stepped into that bare room I was meant to go. My life was meant to be a tragedy. And I was okay with that. I was okay with leaving. I would be with Dad again.
At first, though, I wasn't so sure. I wanted to fight to stay with her. She was my role model. She was the only person I had left. She didn't need any more pain.
But then I saw him. I saw the way he came storming in, wide eyed and not caring if he destroyed everything in his path to reach her. He felt agony when she was upset. He felt utter amazement when she laughed. He felt desire when she moved. The only thing he cared about was her. He worshipped her.
How did I know that? I watched the way he looked at her.
How could I recognize it? You tend to wise up when you know you are about to die.
And he is how I knew it was okay for me to go.
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