My big sister is the best sister in the world.
She brushes my hair, her expression gentle and focused. She holds me as we sleep, and in her dreams she instinctively strokes my head to make sure I'm beside her. Even if I'm gone for just a moment, she panics and searches everywhere for me.
And I'm just a little dog.
Not even a particularly cute one, just an ordinary mutt.
But I'm still so happy. I get to be my sister's dog, spending my whole life by her side for the ten years she has left.
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A dog's confession. A real dog. Read with caution: this is a tragic ending.
Premise: Our lives are a Mobius strip, and someone will always hear your cries.
I really hate people who are tainted with brightness by darkness, disgusting and twisted facts, but I really like people who are bright and warm.
I sat outside and read the book I had read, and read it again, with tears streaming down my face.
Really well written...