* Sunday *

Aaron POV

I'm in my room, on my bed reading my book that I love.

"WHAT?"

I jump. My uncle does not raise his usual voice.

I go down the stairs and join him in the living room. He is sitting on the lost couch. He's shaking a little. He looks at the ground. He holds his phone in his hand. My aunt is right in front of him, her face in the palm of his hands.

"Uncle, what's going on?" I ask. He looks at me. He has tears that he tries not to bring down. It must be really serious.

"Sa...Sa...Sally," He says.

"Yes?" I say.

"She....She isn't anymore," He says.

"She's gone to a better world," My aunt says, trying not to make me cry.

I'm shaking.

"Don't...tell me...she's dead?" I ask already knowing their answer.

They nod. Finally my uncle's tears fall.

Tears flow on my face. I fall to the ground and cry. I lost the only person who knows me better than anyone, the only one who knew how to comfort me, the only one....I would have liked to take her place.

I tremble strongly. My aunt approaches me and takes me in her arms. She has the same scent as Sally before she....

Always we think of small details that serve nothing.

My uncle approaches me and makes me rounds on my back. I tried to wipe away my tears, but I could not stop crying.

We stayed a long time like this.

I wanted to cry, but I have no more tears. I can't cry anymore.

"Are you okay?" My aunt asks me. I shake my head and get up.

I am going to the bathroom. The gillette is where I always put it. I take it and I don't know why I think back to James' words.

He told me that I must be strong for her. And he's right. I put the gillette where I took it and go up to my room.

I'm looking at my book. Am I supposed to continue living without her? Continue to act as if nothing had happened and continue my readings?

I throw my book down and I curl up on my bed.

My mother is dead. My father is dead. My sister is dead. I am the only Burr in my family. Maybe it's a sign that I will not live long? Perhaps...

Even the one I loved is dead.

I take my diary and I see that there are pages that are wet.

What??? I never cry while writing.

I give up and I write the pain of having lost the one I loved. All the people I liked.

Now, I have to talk about her in the past.

I can't.

I call James. He is the only one who knows me so well. He is a very good friend. He knew my sister sometimes, so he knows her a little bit.

"Hi Ronnie okay?" He asks.

"No." I say with sadness in my voice.

"What's wrong?" He asks worriedly.

"My...sister is dead," I say with difficulty.

"I ... I'm sorry. I know how much you cared about her, " He says. "Cared"

"All the people I loved are gone. Maybe I'm a monster, " I say.

"Don't say that. You are the kindest person I know. Please do not hurt yourself. Sally is always here and she takes care of you from where she is...like my grandmother." He says. The way he says these phrases calms me down. He lost his grandmother and it is me he has to console.

"I'm really sorry to remi..."
 
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter. I want you to be fine, Thomas also wants you to be fine, so is your aunt and your uncle....and....also for Alexander. " He says hardly saying Alex's name. I smile.

But I didn't tell him we're not together anymore...It can wait.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything Jaja. "I say.

"I'll ask my parents if I can come early to see you," He says.

"It's not worth it," I say.

"Of course it's worth it!" He says, assisting.

"Wait a moment, okay?" He asks.

"Ok."

* After a little while *

"They said yes! I'm coming Saturday, " He says happily. I smile.

"Thank you," I say.

"You're welcome," He says.

"Bye," I say.

"Bye, be good," He says. I smile and hang up.

I stay on my bed and curl up.

I want to hear no one and do not want to see anyone for the moment.

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