Chapter 10

"Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act." –Truman Capote

Faiths POV

*Dream/flashback*

Tears streamed down my face as I blow my nose to the tissue more. I heard the door open.

"Bambi I'm home." Andrew called out. I wanted to answer but I just kept crying.

"Bambi." He called out again. He entered the living room and when he saw me he had a worried look on his face.

"Faith what's wrong?" He asked while sitting beside me. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"No, no Andrew it's not you." I said while composing myself.

"I was watching a movie called my sister's keeper and let's just say it made me like this." I said while pointing out my teary state.

He sighed in relief and then laughed. "You know it's just funny when you watch sad ending movies. You always cry." He said.

"Hey, some sad ending movies are my stress relievers. So don't judge me." I scolded while pouting.

"Oh I'm sorry tesoro." He said while hugging me. "It's just sad when I see you cry too.