I donated Tristan's body.
His internal organs and corneas were taken for donation without a second thought.
Once the paperwork was complete, I watched as his body was taken away.
Afterwards, I went to my parents' grave, feeling a mixture of heaviness and relief.
Standing before the tombstone, looking at their names, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me.
I whispered softly, "Mom, Dad... will you blame me? But it was my brother who hurt me first. I did my best, really."
I lingered there for a while before heading back to the office to continue working.
As I sat at my desk and gazed out the window, I felt an overwhelming sense of lightness, something I hadn't felt in a long time.
Two lifetimes, and I'd finally freed myself from all those tangled relationships. Now I could
