COLTON'S POV
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There's little to no reason to why I'm sitting in this damned tree. Except for one, actually. Her. My little sister. Adoring her this past week has been awful. Looking at her, seeing her kindness...it makes me want to puke. She's so lively, she had lived, and I...I had survived. I was heir. I was the only child, until my parents deemed it fit that I was no longer enough.
Madeline understands my wrath, but also doesn't.
She's empathetic to my situaion, and now and then, when she looks at me, I can see the guilt eating at her.
Good.
I want her to suffer, too.
Atlas asked me to remain here, forever if I wished, but how could I when she's here?
A living reminder to what had happened? To what I had to endure. I didn't recognize her the moment I saw her, or the second, b
