now, I’d give anything for my sister to be okay. I’d change places with her in a heartbeat. I’d rather be dead.” It stabs me. “She wouldn’t want that,” I tell him quietly. His chest caves. He stares at my bloodied fists again. “I’m selfish enough to hate when I am selfish, but not selfish enough to thrive on my own. I’m doomed; Luna’s not. Her future is better.”
