“Why did you attack Adam in the gas station? We were just talking, and you stormed in and went crazy.” He was trying to take what was mine. “I’m not yours,” she replies, and the world goes dark. She keeps talking, making the hole in my chest grow more hollow. “I’m your sister—that’s all. We’re the Vize kids.” No. You were mine when we were kids, and you’re mine now. You’ll always be mine.
UGHHHHHH ICONIC
