In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed
"How do I stop wishing I was you?"
The night dragged on, cold and unfeeling, just like the stone beneath my fingers. And for the first time, I realized—no matter how much I cried, no matter how much I begged for an answer, I would never get one.
"I wish you were alive," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I wish you were here, Tania. So I could ask—" I swallowed hard, holding back the sob rising in my throat. "So I could ask you what I’m supposed to do."
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