Sitting there, she just listened to her iPod. Barely looking at anything or anyone. I on the other hand, kneeling next to her, was feeling worried. Suddenly her head leaned on the wall, her eyes getting weary, slowly losing consciousness. No! No! Not yet! I-I...I'm not ready for this moment yet! My heart felt like a punching bag being beaten up by professional boxers. Tears started running down my face. Not knowing what to do, I-I just sat. Plopped on the ground. She looked at me, she was forcing a smile. From her position of leaning against the wall, he helped her lay down. Her smile faded away. I was so mad at myself. I couldn't see her much all because of tear-wiping. He removed her PSP from her neck. He took the iPod from her pale hands. He gave me the iPod and gave me a look full of trust.I-I don't understand... Keep it. Think of it as something really important to you. Don't lose it, okay?, he said. I nodded to let him know I understood. I was suprised he could read my thoughts. I grasped the iPod. Took her hand and said,"Don't die yet. Please, don't die. Don't die!". She looks like she was forcing her eyes not to close. I could feel that she knew it was time but, she didn't want to go just yet. Little sister kept poking the PSP, not knowing what her dear oldest sister's condition is at the moment. I didn't mind, little sister is a child, after all. She put my hand down gently and said, "You're a 13-year old monster--", with a smile. It seemed like she was joking even though she didn't finish her statement... I felt her hand. It was cold. I knew it. She was--
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