Losing Hope

Because you just broke your sister’s heart.”

Tell her what a bastard you are and end it.

“From now on, I want you to call me Dean.”

“I am mad at you, Holder,” she says. “But no matter how mad I’ve been, I never for one second stopped wanting you here with me.”

“I might be a little bit attracted to you, too,”

“I’ve just never been attracted to anyone before you and I don’t know why.”

Then again, I honestly thought I’d always be hopeless, but I find hope every single day.

And sometimes I find her at night, too . . . on Skype.

I love you.

Dean

I catch myself laughing and then all of a sudden I realize I’m the only one laughing and it hits me that I was expecting you to laugh, too. I miss your laugh.

“From now on, I want you to call me Dean.”

Before I close it completely, I look to her bed. I don’t watch her die again. I watch her smile.