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I watched her as she slowly faded; the pain was far worse than one would imagine who didn't have a sister.
She continued with what she always did, till the pain overcame her.
I couldn't bear to leave, even after she died. I refused to believe that she was gone. I had always gone through life, knowing that she would be there to comfort me if I needed it.
Now she wasn't and I couldn't bear to do all the things she always did.
I couldn't bear to go into the family room, where she almost always hung out.
I don't want to go through life forgetting what my sister had done for me… what my young sister had done… for me.
A/N: I know its short, but it's meant to be. It was meant to be Jo's thoughts on her sister when she died. Please review!
Serindraxx