Hana is beautiful, she always has been and she always will be. I want her to be happy, but he never had a sister. He can't understand where I'm coming from, how I feel, how she feels.

hes good to me—hes good to me kiba—

I didn't believe it. No, he wasn't good to her. He never had a sister. He doesn't understand.

it only happened once—just once—hes good to me Kiba—

I knew it was a bad match from the beginning. I don't know how a man who never had a sister and never will have a sister could ever take another man's sister from him. He took her, he stole her, he won't give her back, not now, not ever. A man I trusted, I suppose.

She's beautiful, she's gorgeous, I love her. She's my sister. Absolutely perfect in every way.

She was perfect on her wedding day and her smile was captured in her pictures. I thought it was good for a while there, until she came home that day, and I saw what he had done.

never again—he said never again—hes good to me—Kiba, hes so good to me—

She said it over and over and over. She was probably convincing herself because we all knew that it was not good and he was not good to her.

He had a temper. He couldn't control his temper. She had cuts. She had bruises. There were tears in her eyes, yet she stood by her statement, he's good to me. Again and again, that's all she would say that he was good to her, but I knew the truth. We all knew the truth.

Yet we did nothing. We took her word as the truth.

hes good to me—so good to me—

She was practically pleading for me to do something for her, to rescue her from the madness she had trapped herself in. I wanted to help, but she kept saying he's good to me, he's good to me, and I didn't want to ruin anything for her.

She's my sister, and I didn't help her.

He never had a sister. Not like me. He never had a sister like mine.

If you had a sister you'd know. You'd know what it means when she says he's good to me—so good to me—because you'd know he's not. He's not good to her at all.

So because she is my sister and it was my duty to look after her and make sure nothing happened to her, it is my fault, not his, that she has now escaped from the both of us—from everyone.

he was good to me—

Hana was beautiful, she always has been and she always would have been.