dly as she fell off. Eric grabbed her and tried to pull back but the wet grass wouldn't comply – he slipped too and landed on hi

off the edge along with her. Beth screamed, grabbing unto him with her other hand, tightening her grip. Eric

called out.

"Stop yelling! You wou

ion. They were going to die! They would surely die! "I don't wa

n and fell further down. He was losing his grip on whatever it was he held unto. Beth screamed again and burst out crying. The tears wouldn't stop. Th

the moment, Beth hated nothing more than the light it gave; the promise of life that was no longer sure. The sun mocked her; it

worse. Was he alright? "

? "No, no please d

tinued. "I'll let go; you will grab onto the other ledges and climb back

r birthday scared her even more, but because her brother Eric was with her, she toughened up. Slowly, she began to climb back up, one ledge at a time. Beth held onto hi

orceful. He had blood all over his face; the red liquid ran down from the top of

was bloodied. One hand after the other, he climbed back up to her. When he lost a footing, Beth's heart stopped. "Eric!" She called in fear. He grunted away the pain, set his foot back and

her jacket and quickly covered the wound. She knelt down beside him and pressed down on it. Her effort to reduce blood loss gained her a groan from him. Even though she knew deep down that it was impossible, desperately she

h courage to do so. His bloodied face stared back at her; the wound on his forehead was yet to stop. "I know how you love to think the world is facin

n the hill. Why did she ever fill that the hill was special? As a last resolve, she tried again. "Help! Please

or the climb down." A low, guttural sound came from him. "This

think of apologizing? She stopped sobbing

eakly, breaking her he

needed her. Her brother needed her. She lay herself down besid

e in a whisper. "Remind Mother and Father of my love for them." Beth bit down on her lips to not sob, squeezing his hand. She didn't want to interrupt. "Ask Gwen to forgive me for not fulfilling my promise to her. And tell Lucy that I'm sorry. She always wanted a brother."

, for his loss. She cried for her parents and for all the unfulfilled promises. She cried because she would not be abl

I will never stop loving y

ible. "The sunrise is beautiful, isn't it?" As she

ecame

fe hours ago, one that had ruffled her already disheveled hair, one he had promised would always trouble her hair even when they become old and frail. "Ah! Ah!!" She yelle

eyes? How was she to live without him? Life would never be the same; her f

of his hand and looked down on hers, it was smeared wit

ng her feet, her eyes unfocused. It was time to tell the family, it was

ther wa