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The faint sound of the can-can floated through the house. I rushed to the kitchen, hoping I could answer before the tune ended. I reached, fumbling for the phone, and my stomach clenched with fear when I saw your name.
At 5 our paths crossed for the first time, and our lives entwined forever. Although we were born three days and many miles apart, sharing no blood, you were my sister. Closer than I could ever explain from the beginning. At 10 you saved me from the current that trapped me, pulling me under and carrying me away from shore when we unwisely swam alone. At 16 you became my roommate, sharing much more than space. I wish I had been better company then, but I was too absorbed in my own misery. By the time I was able, you’d found others to occupy you. At 18 I went away for an education and got a new name and life instead, unintentionally leaving you behind. I loved you always, but wasn’t there when you needed me. I’m sorry.
Please don't hang up, please don't stop ringing. I know I won't get another chance if I don't catch you now.
Hi.
Is it really you?
Yeah, it's me.
I love you.
I love you too. Are you okay?
I just wanted to tell you that I love you.
What's going on?
Your voice is stretched thin, trying to hold back the tears, the fear and pain surging against the dam, tiny cracks appearing, tracing a spider web across the slowly weakening foundation. And then it breaks.
Wave after wave of fear, pain, and need crash through the wires that connect us, buffered only by love, faith, and your belief that I can make things better for you. I wish I could.
I wish that I could take all the years of suffering, of mistakes, and degredation, and make it disappear. Give you a life of happiness, and everything that you've ever dreamed of.
I wish I could. I wish... wish I could take your pain away.
I can’t. I can’t take anything. All I can do is give. An ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, arms to hold and support you. Most of all, my friendship and love. I hope it’s enough, though you deserve much more