Once again I was laying in my bed hiding under my sheets. Thinking about her. I heard knock on the door and then someone walk in and then sat down next to me.
"Abigail?" I spoke my mother's name.
"Yes, it's me"
"Get out"
"Don't you want answers?"
"To what?"
"To your questions"
I sat up and looked at her, but only saw her back.
"I did love her..."
"Liar" I interrupted.
"...but I was afraid to see her in that condition" she kept going "and honestly... our love for her indeed wasn't that big. Because we had to work a lot, we... we didn't spend time together with her. So I didn't love her as much as you did"
"That still doesn't change anything"
"Actually it does"
"Shut up! Thanks to you I lost my best friend. My sister. My happiness. My love. I LOST IT, BECAUSE OF YOU. ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS VISIT HER!! BUT YOU COULDN'T MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS"
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She's gone now.
Short StoryBrother loves his sister. Sister loves her brother. That's how it's supposed to be. They stay till the very end. They can't forget each other. At least that's how it's supposed to be. But what happens when they split appart?
