“Dexter, I told you before,” I continued. “I won’t call you brother anymore, and I am not your sister.”
The excitement in his eyes gradually faded, and his arms slowly dropped.
“Would you be a little happier if I were to die?” he whispered pleadingly.
“No,” I replied. “If possible, I hope that you…”
He listened quietly, with a faint smile and nearly pathological devotion.
“Live a long life and grow old alone.”
His smile froze. “Carrie, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that you can’t die,” I said. “Because I don’t want to see you. “Dexter, in this life and the next, I don’t want to see you ever again.” On the day I left this world, I went to see Eric and Amber one last time. They were standing in front of my grave, paying their respects to me. The wind blew over, and I watched them with a smile on my face.
Then I ran toward the distance.
Forgetting was true freedom.
