"Freya." they called.

I heard them. I didn't want to talk to them.

Only to her.

Never again to anyone else.

"Why doesn't she move?" they asked.

I didn't reply. I never did.

I hadn't for one week now.

"She loved me." he would explain.

I didn't want him to explain.

He was the someone-just-for-me.

And if he couldn't see that, then oh well.

"Sister." she called, she held my hand lovingly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, and you?"

"Yes."

"It took them awhile to go to sleep."

"Yes.I'm going to die.you know."

"Yes..but sister!"

"No buts, it was because of him."

"Store your memories? Please?"

"Hmm.I'll think about it."

"Is thinking about it good?"

"Yes.it's good."

"YAY! So you will?"

"Yes.I will dear sister." I said softly.

"Where?"

"In a disk or somewhere."

"Store it in me."

"No! You will lose all your memories dear sister!"

"I know.but it's worth it.."

"Sister."

"Store them in me."

"I will think about it."

"And thinking about it is good, so you will?"

"Maybe."

"Please Sister.so I will remember.."

"Perhaps."

"PLEASE!!!???!?!?"

"Okay."

"Thank you."

"I love you sister."

"I love you too."

"Don't tell?"

"Who would I?"

"Them."

"I don't talk to them."

"I know.why not?"

"They don't love me anymore.."

"Mommy does!"

"No she doesn't."

"Why do you say this?"

"She leaves, because of me."

"Does not."

"Does too."

"Don't make me change my mind.."

"Okay."

These thoughts ran through my head again, and again, and again.

My memories would be saved.

These small things that mattered would be saved.

Daddy, Mommy, and she, will be saved.

She is so unselfish.

I wish I was like her.

I had one selfish wish and it ruined everything.

Everything that ever mattered.

Mommy.

Daddy.

And she is willing to lose herself to save me.

I love her.

I love my sister.