You don't get to run from this. Not after what happened. Look around. Her room is empty. Her things are still there. A laugh we haven't heard in three years. A place at the table that stays empty because of you. You walk these quiet hallways trying to forget. You got to walk away physically unhurt, and the weight of that truth follows you everywhere. "Everything will be okay." Those were the last words she ever said to you, and you’ve spent three years wondering if she was lying. Stop running from the memories. Stop trying to rewrite what you did. You think she chose an irreversible end just to escape the humiliation of having you as a brother. You think she is gone forever because you broke her. Look at what you left behind. It’s all your fault. But none of this is real. Right?