She patted my hand and replied, “Your words are even more pleasing than what those scumbags would say to deceive me.”
I nodded in agreement because I wasn’t lying.
After a pause, she held my face in her hands and spoke seriously. “From now on, you’re not allowed to die, Caroline.”
I broke my promise.
In truth, I wanted to keep it.
Ever since I had been with her, my depression had lessened, and soon I didn’t need medication anymore!
Amber would take me to eat delicious food, write “Happy Birthday to Carrie” on my birthday cake, ride a motorcycle with me to see the beautiful night view by the river, and sing me the songs she had just composed.
She once asked me earnestly, “Carrie, I don’t have any family. How about becoming my sister?”
I nodded with tears streaming down my face.
I cried and laughed at the same time.
I finally had a sister, someone who genuinely cared for me and loved me, despite not being related by blood.
Yet my blood–related brother wished for nothing more than my death.
