Whenever I slowed down on purpose to wait for her, she would mess up my hair and laugh at how annoyed I got.
She once said that even when we were old and gray, the two of us would still walk this path together, supporting each other and basking in the sun.
But now… I was already two years older than she ever got to be.
I rode all the way back to the old apartment complex where my sister used to live. Ever since the accident, the place had been empty.
When I opened the rusty security door, a musty smell rushed out.
In the living room hung a photo of the four of us, covered in dust.
My sister and I grew up depending on each other.
When I was sixteen, Vivienne entered our lives.
She said my sister had saved her from drowning and given her a second life. From then on, she was my sister’s best friend.
She and I… were like natural enemies. We argued over the smallest things, faces red, tempers flaring.
Until after our senior-year graduation trip, when a mudslide struck the resort area.
Classmates were picked up by their parents one after another, but my sister was away on a business trip and couldn’t return in time.