Twelve

"Hi, Georgina."

I could hear Max sobbing. He always said he was a 'grown man', but I always knew that deep down he was fragile. I couldn't show off how happy I was, but I was still glad he came to visit. "There has been may things going on, Gina. Brandy is getting married in an hour! She wants to show you her dress. I'm going to walk her down the aisle, a-and I want you...to be there..." his voice cracked in the end. If I could cry, I would've done so.

Max continued crying, "I..I miss you so, so much, sis. It's been twelve years, and I still can't believe you aren't here. I've seen you in my dreams, and I hear your voice everywhere. Please come b-back. I should'v never pushed you. This is all my fucking fault. I'm such a horrible brother..." I couldn't stand to hear him crying. He sounded so helpless, and I wanted to tell him it was all going to be okay, but there was something stopping me. My eyes. I couldn't open my eyes, and the more I tried, the more it hurt.

"I'm so, so sorry, Georgina."

That did it. I couldn't bare this anymore. I forced myself to give in, to open my eyes, and when I did, I was never going to close them again.