Cars rush by, and the rain pours as if someone had betrayed it too.
But nothing around me—nothing at all—changes the way I feel.
Empty. I feel empty.
I feel like I have nothing to live for, nothing to breathe for, nothing to smile about or hope for.
I’m alone. And it’s all her fault.
Why couldn’t she fight this stupid cancer? How could she let it win? Didn’t she know I would be all alone after she left? How selfish could she be? How f*****g selfish?
Tears roll down my face, but that doesn’t surprise me. Ever since my sister died, they have been leaking from my eyes non-stop. And when they’re not there, my mind wanders elsewhere, where reality turns into a dream and dreams become reality. Where my sister is still alive, and we are celebrating her birthday, just like I planned.
A chuc
