She barely said a word, even to me. I don't think she ever had to, though we only knew each other for such a short time. Laura saved my life; she saved my family. In return, we abandoned her, flew away with the money to be safe. What about my cousin? Every day of her life, she knew, but still hoped for something peaceful. A shred of hope in her reality, and because of my step-father, because we weren't strong enough; she couldn't take hold.
When the night is too quiet for me to go to sleep, I draw her like I remember; when we were happy, on a shopping spree, sometimes when she could barely contain the sadness from her face. Mostly when she was sad, because I remember the light on her face, and how she turned away when the white of her eyes gave way to the moisture of unshed tears.
I can't thank her enough for what she did for me. For the time we spent together, she kept me sane. And if I could see her again, just once, I would give my life to save her.
Though I doubt she would ever let me.