It's been five years since Charlie died. And, I have to say, I'm actually doing quite well. I just graduated from college with a major in Psychology and I'm about to have my first patient today. And she's going through the exact same thing I did when I was seventeen.

    "Hi there Rose." I nodded to the girl with light blue hair and light blue eyes that walked into my room and sat down across from me. "How are you?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. Her mascara had been smeared from recently crying. "I just miss my brother so much. I don't know why he had to get into that accident."
"Can I tell you a little story about my brother?" I asked. "He died when I was seventeen."
"Really?" She asked, shocked that I personally understood her pain. "I'd love to hear your story."
"Well," I started as I prepared to look back at the past for the first time in four years. "I think a part of me knew he was going to die..."