A new day begins, without you, one more day. Dead people don't talk, think, or do much. You've been gone for 4 years.

But, what's still there, are fragments of you, scattered in their memories. A supportive friend, a sister figure, a lover, and a true loving sister. And that's what hurts so much. You've been a lot of things, probably for a lot of people, but you care about few of them. They all remember the best of you, that you never wanted to see, and never would have the chance to see anymore.

You died with regrets, but all that remains is love for you.

And that love breaked them, hard, too hard. Their memories of you know that you would have been sad, but still fear that you won't forgive them. But you're dead, and there is nothing you can do about it. It's up to them now, and the fragments of you that you left.

You don't have control anymore, and you would probably hate that.

But what those fragments don't know, it's that it was your fault, too.

Perfect.

You wanted it to be perfect, this recital, because that's what you used people, and what you wanted people to see.

You love your little brother so much that it must be perfect. You want to prove to him that he can if he wants, to encourage him to believe in himself, that he can succeed .

But you were wrong. He didn't want to succeed. He didn't do it for him. He did it for you. Because he loves you. And you loved him.

But love isn't enough. Life doesn't give time, nor second chances. It's always too late and leads ultimately to regrets.

Their memories of you are filled with regrets. Love and regret.

It was everyone's fault. It was nobody's fault.

But today is not a day of regrets, blame and mistakes. It's a day of moving forward, acceptance, and forgiveness. Mistakes were heard, and the truth revealed.

It was an accident, as so many. And now, so many more are to come.

More regrets, sadness, anger, but also more love, joy and care. Your regrets were one of so many, and their one of so many to come.

But they have each other.

They have you.

Your fragments, they will always be with them.

Shining brightly in their hearts.

Today is a new sunrise, before a new sunset.