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"Waiting for Christine" by mmadison2013

Christine and Mia are sisters that both love each other very much. They still think about their murdered parents, and obeyed all their commands in their wills. But, there was one thing about the eldest daughter marrying first.... **Note: Every chapter has the name of song and the artist to match the chapter. The whole story is going to be like a novella, sort of.**

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Waiting for Christine





PREFACE



James Kennedy, my first true love.

I’ve had boyfriends before. Gone on dates, flirted, and made out. But, never have I come close to falling in love like this. Now, I don’t really understand the whole concept of “falling”. Everyone always says when you fall, you fall hard and it hurts. But when you are falling, everything around you is blurry and different. Falling in love feels good and it doesn’t hurt.

Falling in love with all the little things about James, feels wonderful.

Things like how James has two different color eyes. One is green and one is blue. That’s what I love about him the most, the eyes. You look into his jade green eye, you feel calm and intrigued. Then his blue eyes sends shivers up my spine and makes me want to hug him because I wonder if he’s cold.

Or things like his chestnut colored hair and when in the sun, you can see tints of red from his mother’s side.

We have a close relationship, and we know little facts about each other. Facts like how I know that he likes to spend Christmas Eve at Rockefeller Center. He only likes dark chocolate. Plus, James is one of the only guys that thinks beer is rather repulsive.Last night, James proposed to me.

He proposed on Christmas Eve, right on the skating rink at Rockefeller Center.

He was wearing a Hugo Boss suit, which I thought was formal for a spin on the rink. James kept trying to get me to the center of the rink, but I was too scared.

Finally, I gave in giddily, thinking he wanted to kiss. Twinkling lights and light snow started to fall. The beeping of the taxi’s were music to my ears and the other skaters didn’t mind us standing in the center.

I felt James’s icy cold lips press against mine, I looked into his beautiful eyes and I kissed him passionately. His warm breath filled me up, the falling snow around us didn’t seem to exist. I wrapped my cold hands around his neck. He didn’t even flinch when my fingertips touched his bare skin. His body was warm up against mine. I felt his strong hands stroking my back.

“I love you Mia.” He whispered, pulling away to form a small gap between us.When he spoke my name, my body tingled. I felt my body warm up, my face felt on fire. I closed the gap by pulling my body onto his.

“I love you, too James.” I whispered back.

Tenderly, he kissed my lips again.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me.” He smiled.

We were so close to each other. So close that I could smell the wine we drank before coming to the skating rink.

“I do know…” I replied flirtatiously.

“I LOVE MIA!” He shouted loudly from the middle of the rink.

He let go of me and spread out his arms.

“I LOVE MIA!” James shouted again, his voice echoing.

I playfully slapped him, “Stop!”

We came back into our embrace and kissed. It felt so magical. I wanted to stay in the middle of this rink forever

James pulled away again, which I thought was just for a breath. But, instead he knelt down on one knee and pulled out a Tiffany & Co. box. He opened it up, and he swallowed hard as he looked into my shocked eyes.

“You don’t know how much I love you, Mia. I could shout it on the rooftops every night and it still wouldn’t be enough. I could beg Maroon 5 to write a song about you. *****, I could even post it on a sign in the middle of Time Square and it wouldn’t be enough. Because I love you so much, so much that there is only one way to show you I love you.”

My heart was beating so fast, my eyes were tearing up, and you could see my cold breath frantically coming out of my mouth. James took my cold hand into his. I gripped it hard because this was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever have to do.

“So, Mia Clarke… Will you marry me?”

A hot tear strolled down my cheek. Jingle Bell Rock was playing loudly on the speakers of a car stopped at a red light. People that were once so caught up in skating, stopped to hear my response.

Why’d he have to pick such a public place?

I started to whimper, James was still kneeling looking at me with hopeful eyes. He waited for me to collect myself.

“No…” I sniffled. “My answer is no.”

The skaters passing by continued to skate, pretending that the whole thing never happened.

James stayed on the cold ice, still looking at me, thinking I was kidding. But, I wasn’t.

“I can’t…” I whimpered.

I let go of his hand and skated away.

The thing about falling is that, when you finally hit the floor… It hurts.



CHAPTER 1

“Oh Sister”

(Neutral Milk Hotel)



I strolled down Park Avenue in the afternoon, enjoying the nice spring breeze. New York was in full bloom, the city was rumbling from the subway and the streets were busy like always.

I took a sip from my Starbuck’s cup, savoring the coffee that warmed my throat.

Even though I was supposed to be walking to my sister’s penthouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, I detoured. Instead of continuing down Park Avenue, I went into Central Park.

The pathways were lined with beautiful trees with flowers blooming on their branches. A couple with a baby walked by me, smiling.

That would’ve been me.

The pond in Central Park was clear, there were no ducks swimming around. I smiled as I saw a small sailboat go through the water, under the bridge, and disappear.

Looking at my reflection, I wished that I brushed my dark brown hair better. I stroked my fingers through it. What I was wearing would never meet my sister’s standards. I looked at how big I looked in my Columbia University sweater, which I wore with jeans, and my black converse. Underneath I had a white tank top on. Wearing only a tank top would be lethal, the spring air was chilly, not tank top weather. I would’ve wore something more flattering, but I forgot to do the laundry.

After fixing myself up, I dug through my messenger bag for my compact mirror. I had to check for any pimples that would upset my sister, Christine. She hated anything that was wrong, and most of all hated when someone wore last years Monolos. I didn’t really care for fashion, but Christine always sent me clothes.

Quickly, I applied some lip-gloss and proceeded out of the park.

I ran across streets to get to her pent house. It stood above all of Manhattan and was right next to Park Avenue.

I took the golden elevator to the top floor and opened the door with the key she provided.

To my dismay, when I opened the door, she was lying on the floor butt naked with a guy lying next to her. She was awake and reading an issue of Vogue, her mail was on the floor when I entered so I took her issue of The New York Times.

“Hey Mia!” She shouted, making the man next to her roll over.

“Morning…” I replied with no excitement.

I trashed my Starbuck’s and got a mug for more coffee.

The guy finally got up and scurried out of the door, my sister didn’t even attempt to stop him. They didn’t say goodbye or anything.

She got up, still naked and walked into the kitchen where I stood reading the newspaper.

“So, Mia…”

I looked at her, she dyed her hair a golden blonde and she had a slim figure. She was a D cup while I was a B, just like always. Christine had a slender figure, and a tan she kept all year long, without a spray tan or a tanning salon.

“Yeah?” I grunted turning the pages of the newspaper.

“Thanks for coming to my house!” She jumped up and down, her boobs flying all over the place.

I walked over to the living room and threw her a blanket.

“Do me a favor and cover yourself up.” I sipped from the mug.

Christine obeyed and wrapped the blanket around her large chest. She smiled widely at me, waiting for me to say something. I ignored her and continued to read the business news.

“How are your classes at NYU?” She finally asked breaking the silence.

“Fine…” I replied.

Christine hopped onto her marble counter. She poured herself a cup a coffee, still smiling. Her heart shaped face tilting back and forth as if she were singing a song. She slurped her coffee loudly like a child. Her feet swished in the air and she playfully kicked my butt.

Hard to believe she’s the older one, right?

I finished reading the Art section of the newspaper and turned towards Christine, throwing my mug in the sink.

“So, why’d you call me here?” I asked.

“Well… We’re sisters… And we barely ever talk!” She put down her mug and hopped off the counter. She grabbed my hands and pulled me into the living room onto the floor where just moments ago her and a stranger were messing around.

I gagged, thinking what they could’ve been doing. Sensing my uneasiness, Christine relocated us to her master bedroom.

She plopped down onto her Gucci sheets. I took a seat by the window. I could see central park and the taxicabs trying to make it through the traffic. Her room had purple striped walls, purple rugs, and purple curtains. Everything, except for her sheets was purple. When I asked Christine why she wanted everything purple, she told me she read The Clique. I scoffed and asked what that had to do with anything. She kept insisting that in the book, it stated that purple was the color for royalty.

“I miss mom and dad…” I moaned out loud.

I didn’t realize I have said it out loud, until I heard Christine reply, “Me too.”

I swallowed hard, and looked out the window, trying to hold back my tears. I glanced behind me to see Christine was putting on clothes. She put on her pearls like always, the exact pearls that mom had given her before she died.

Our parents were socialites, rich and well known in Manhattan. After a charity event for Breast Cancer, my mom and dad were walking to their car. All of a sudden a mugger popped out of nowhere and stabbed them several times, leaving them to die and taking the money.

The day before the charity event, my sister turned 13 years old. She gloated how she could watch PG-13 movies all by herself now. I was only 10, but envied her greatly. I wanted to be 13 as well.

My mom told Christine that she was a getting older, almost a woman. She told her that every sophisticated woman should have her own pair of pearls. So, my mom took hers off and put them on Christine’s neck.

My mom’s wavy brown hair was put in a bun, her slender neck was bare and looked weird without the string of pearls. She was wearing a dark blue Oscar De La Rente dress, with a pair of Jimmy Choos.

Christine skipped away, satisfied with her birthday gift. I stood there, in my silk pajamas, wishing that I could be sophisticated already so that I could have mother’s pearls. Tears started to fill my eyes, I wanted something, too, even though it wasn’t my birthday.

My father saw me pouting and picked me up in his arms. I tucked my head by his neck and shoulder.

“I want mama’s jewelry, too!” I sobbed.

He patted my back, “There, there my Mia…”

“Can I have something of yours dad?” I begged.

A roaring chuckle shook me, “Yes, you can.”

He placed me down on his bed, and went deep into his closet. I heard him digging though things. I wondered what I would get from him.

Finally, he emerged, holding a Polaroid camera. He walked over and placed it in my hands.

“This way you can make instant memories!” He exclaimed.

I giggled.

“Thank you dad!” I smiled, kissed him on the cheek and ran off to take pictures.

Since then, I wanted to be a photographer and decided to take classes at NYU. I live Chelsea, far away from the Upper East Side life. My sister loves to live the luxurious life, and couldn’t find it in her heart to move out of there.

“Do you want to see Mamma Mia?” She asked happily as she galloped over to me. She now wore a bright orange DKNY dress with ballet flats.

“Sure… For mom…” I replied.

“I remember when she told us we were named after Broadway plays…” Christine giggled.

I nodded my head, reliving every memory I had of them in a play in my head.

“It was quite romantic wasn’t it?” Christine sat down on her bed once more, with a dreamy look on her face.

“Yeah… The first play they saw together was Phantom of the Opera. Thus, your name, Christine was born!” I told her in my movie trailer voice.

“Then, for their second date they saw Mamma Mia!” Christine clapped and wiggled her feet.

I laughed, “They were something…”

“I want to be in love…” Christine dreamed aloud.

“Well, if you keep fooling around with random guys… You’ll never be in love.” I told her.

“How would you know?” She teased, sticking her tongue out.

“Because of James,” I replied.

A silence fell over us, only honking horns was heard.

“It’s my fault isn’t it?” Christine pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. “If I weren’t around, you… You could’ve been happy.”

“I’m happy.” I lied.

“Not happy enough…” Christine replied quickly.

I had no come back for that.

“What’s he up to anyway?” She curiously asked. “Are you still seeing him?”

I sighed, “We are in touch, I’ve gone on some casual lunch dates with him. But, they are awkward…”

“Oh.”

We sat in the silence again, I could hear the clock ticking and the silence was intense.

“You should’ve married him…” Christine shouted, throwing her hands up in the air and falling backwards on her bed.

“And disobey mom and dad? Never.” I replied sternly.

“Just because it said on their will to have the eldest marry first, doesn’t mean you have to obey. Family, especially me, shouldn’t get in the way of your happiness.”

“But, I am happy Christine. I’ve got you.” I told her, really meaning it.

She sat up, “But, it’s not me you want Mia… You want James, you always will.”

A tear strolled down my cheek, “Family first Christine! I’m just going to wait after you get married okay? When you are happy with the right one, I’ll be happy, too.”

Christine smiled, she stood up and hugged me, “I’m glad you’re my sister. I love you Mia. I promise you, I’ll find Mr. Right soon so you can be with James again.”

“Don’t rush love Christine,” I warned. “I want you to take your time.”

“I won’t…” She moaned.

“I’ll wait for you Christine, don’t worry. We have to listen to mom and dad” I mumbled.

“Sister, now that we’re grieving/Our fingers will falter/Our lungs will be leaking/All over each other and without even speaking/We’ll know that it’s over and smile and go greeting/Whatever comes next…”





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1. Waiting for Christine

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6. PREFACE

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9. James Kennedy, my first true love.

10. I’ve had boyfriends before. Gone on dates, flirted, and made out. But, never have I come close to falling in love like this. Now, I don’t really understand the whole concept of “falling”. Everyone always says when you fall, you fall hard and it hurts. But when you are falling, everything around you is blurry and different. Falling in love feels good and it doesn’t hurt.

11. Falling in love with all the little things about James, feels wonderful.

12. Things like how James has two different color eyes. One is green and one is blue. That’s what I love about him the most, the eyes. You look into his jade green eye, you feel calm and intrigued. Then his blue eyes sends shivers up my spine and makes me want to hug him because I wonder if he’s cold.

13. Or things like his chestnut colored hair and when in the sun, you can see tints of red from his mother’s side.

14. We have a close relationship, and we know little facts about each other. Facts like how I know that he likes to spend Christmas Eve at Rockefeller Center. He only likes dark chocolate. Plus, James is one of the only guys that thinks beer is rather repulsive.Last night, James proposed to me.

15. He proposed on Christmas Eve, right on the skating rink at Rockefeller Center.

16. He was wearing a Hugo Boss suit, which I thought was formal for a spin on the rink. James kept trying to get me to the center of the rink, but I was too scared.

17. Finally, I gave in giddily, thinking he wanted to kiss. Twinkling lights and light snow started to fall. The beeping of the taxi’s were music to my ears and the other skaters didn’t mind us standing in the center.

18. I felt James’s icy cold lips press against mine, I looked into his beautiful eyes and I kissed him passionately. His warm breath filled me up, the falling snow around us didn’t seem to exist. I wrapped my cold hands around his neck. He didn’t even flinch when my fingertips touched his bare skin. His body was warm up against mine. I felt his strong hands stroking my back.

19. “I love you Mia.” He whispered, pulling away to form a small gap between us.When he spoke my name, my body tingled. I felt my body warm up, my face felt on fire. I closed the gap by pulling my body onto his.

20. “I love you, too James.” I whispered back.

21. Tenderly, he kissed my lips again.

22. “You don’t know how much you mean to me.” He smiled.

23. We were so close to each other. So close that I could smell the wine we drank before coming to the skating rink.

24. “I do know…” I replied flirtatiously.

25. “I LOVE MIA!” He shouted loudly from the middle of the rink.

26. He let go of me and spread out his arms.

27. “I LOVE MIA!” James shouted again, his voice echoing.

28. I playfully slapped him, “Stop!”

29. We came back into our embrace and kissed. It felt so magical. I wanted to stay in the middle of this rink forever

30. James pulled away again, which I thought was just for a breath. But, instead he knelt down on one knee and pulled out a Tiffany & Co. box. He opened it up, and he swallowed hard as he looked into my shocked eyes.

31. “You don’t know how much I love you, Mia. I could shout it on the rooftops every night and it still wouldn’t be enough. I could beg Maroon 5 to write a song about you. *****, I could even post it on a sign in the middle of Time Square and it wouldn’t be enough. Because I love you so much, so much that there is only one way to show you I love you.”

32. My heart was beating so fast, my eyes were tearing up, and you could see my cold breath frantically coming out of my mouth. James took my cold hand into his. I gripped it hard because this was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever have to do.

33. “So, Mia Clarke… Will you marry me?”

34. A hot tear strolled down my cheek. Jingle Bell Rock was playing loudly on the speakers of a car stopped at a red light. People that were once so caught up in skating, stopped to hear my response.

35. Why’d he have to pick such a public place?

36. I started to whimper, James was still kneeling looking at me with hopeful eyes. He waited for me to collect myself.

37. “No…” I sniffled. “My answer is no.”

38. The skaters passing by continued to skate, pretending that the whole thing never happened.

39. James stayed on the cold ice, still looking at me, thinking I was kidding. But, I wasn’t.

40. “I can’t…” I whimpered.

41. I let go of his hand and skated away.

42. The thing about falling is that, when you finally hit the floor… It hurts.

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44.

45. CHAPTER 1

46. “Oh Sister”

47. (Neutral Milk Hotel)

48.

49.

50. I strolled down Park Avenue in the afternoon, enjoying the nice spring breeze. New York was in full bloom, the city was rumbling from the subway and the streets were busy like always.

51. I took a sip from my Starbuck’s cup, savoring the coffee that warmed my throat.

52. Even though I was supposed to be walking to my sister’s penthouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, I detoured. Instead of continuing down Park Avenue, I went into Central Park.

53. The pathways were lined with beautiful trees with flowers blooming on their branches. A couple with a baby walked by me, smiling.

54. That would’ve been me.

55. The pond in Central Park was clear, there were no ducks swimming around. I smiled as I saw a small sailboat go through the water, under the bridge, and disappear.

56. Looking at my reflection, I wished that I brushed my dark brown hair better. I stroked my fingers through it. What I was wearing would never meet my sister’s standards. I looked at how big I looked in my Columbia University sweater, which I wore with jeans, and my black converse. Underneath I had a white tank top on. Wearing only a tank top would be lethal, the spring air was chilly, not tank top weather. I would’ve wore something more flattering, but I forgot to do the laundry.

57. After fixing myself up, I dug through my messenger bag for my compact mirror. I had to check for any pimples that would upset my sister, Christine. She hated anything that was wrong, and most of all hated when someone wore last years Monolos. I didn’t really care for fashion, but Christine always sent me clothes.

58. Quickly, I applied some lip-gloss and proceeded out of the park.

59. I ran across streets to get to her pent house. It stood above all of Manhattan and was right next to Park Avenue.

60. I took the golden elevator to the top floor and opened the door with the key she provided.

61. To my dismay, when I opened the door, she was lying on the floor butt naked with a guy lying next to her. She was awake and reading an issue of Vogue, her mail was on the floor when I entered so I took her issue of The New York Times.

62. “Hey Mia!” She shouted, making the man next to her roll over.

63. “Morning…” I replied with no excitement.

64. I trashed my Starbuck’s and got a mug for more coffee.

65. The guy finally got up and scurried out of the door, my sister didn’t even attempt to stop him. They didn’t say goodbye or anything.

66. She got up, still naked and walked into the kitchen where I stood reading the newspaper.

67. “So, Mia…”

68. I looked at her, she dyed her hair a golden blonde and she had a slim figure. She was a D cup while I was a B, just like always. Christine had a slender figure, and a tan she kept all year long, without a spray tan or a tanning salon.

69. “Yeah?” I grunted turning the pages of the newspaper.

70. “Thanks for coming to my house!” She jumped up and down, her boobs flying all over the place.

71. I walked over to the living room and threw her a blanket.

72. “Do me a favor and cover yourself up.” I sipped from the mug.

73. Christine obeyed and wrapped the blanket around her large chest. She smiled widely at me, waiting for me to say something. I ignored her and continued to read the business news.

74. “How are your classes at NYU?” She finally asked breaking the silence.

75. “Fine…” I replied.

76. Christine hopped onto her marble counter. She poured herself a cup a coffee, still smiling. Her heart shaped face tilting back and forth as if she were singing a song. She slurped her coffee loudly like a child. Her feet swished in the air and she playfully kicked my butt.

77. Hard to believe she’s the older one, right?

78. I finished reading the Art section of the newspaper and turned towards Christine, throwing my mug in the sink.

79. “So, why’d you call me here?” I asked.

80. “Well… We’re sisters… And we barely ever talk!” She put down her mug and hopped off the counter. She grabbed my hands and pulled me into the living room onto the floor where just moments ago her and a stranger were messing around.

81. I gagged, thinking what they could’ve been doing. Sensing my uneasiness, Christine relocated us to her master bedroom.

82. She plopped down onto her Gucci sheets. I took a seat by the window. I could see central park and the taxicabs trying to make it through the traffic. Her room had purple striped walls, purple rugs, and purple curtains. Everything, except for her sheets was purple. When I asked Christine why she wanted everything purple, she told me she read The Clique. I scoffed and asked what that had to do with anything. She kept insisting that in the book, it stated that purple was the color for royalty.

83. “I miss mom and dad…” I moaned out loud.

84. I didn’t realize I have said it out loud, until I heard Christine reply, “Me too.”

85. I swallowed hard, and looked out the window, trying to hold back my tears. I glanced behind me to see Christine was putting on clothes. She put on her pearls like always, the exact pearls that mom had given her before she died.

86. Our parents were socialites, rich and well known in Manhattan. After a charity event for Breast Cancer, my mom and dad were walking to their car. All of a sudden a mugger popped out of nowhere and stabbed them several times, leaving them to die and taking the money.

87. The day before the charity event, my sister turned 13 years old. She gloated how she could watch PG-13 movies all by herself now. I was only 10, but envied her greatly. I wanted to be 13 as well.

88. My mom told Christine that she was a getting older, almost a woman. She told her that every sophisticated woman should have her own pair of pearls. So, my mom took hers off and put them on Christine’s neck.

89. My mom’s wavy brown hair was put in a bun, her slender neck was bare and looked weird without the string of pearls. She was wearing a dark blue Oscar De La Rente dress, with a pair of Jimmy Choos.

90. Christine skipped away, satisfied with her birthday gift. I stood there, in my silk pajamas, wishing that I could be sophisticated already so that I could have mother’s pearls. Tears started to fill my eyes, I wanted something, too, even though it wasn’t my birthday.

91. My father saw me pouting and picked me up in his arms. I tucked my head by his neck and shoulder.

92. “I want mama’s jewelry, too!” I sobbed.

93. He patted my back, “There, there my Mia…”

94. “Can I have something of yours dad?” I begged.

95. A roaring chuckle shook me, “Yes, you can.”

96. He placed me down on his bed, and went deep into his closet. I heard him digging though things. I wondered what I would get from him.

97. Finally, he emerged, holding a Polaroid camera. He walked over and placed it in my hands.

98. “This way you can make instant memories!” He exclaimed.

99. I giggled.

100. “Thank you dad!” I smiled, kissed him on the cheek and ran off to take pictures.

101. Since then, I wanted to be a photographer and decided to take classes at NYU. I live Chelsea, far away from the Upper East Side life. My sister loves to live the luxurious life, and couldn’t find it in her heart to move out of there.

102. “Do you want to see Mamma Mia?” She asked happily as she galloped over to me. She now wore a bright orange DKNY dress with ballet flats.

103. “Sure… For mom…” I replied.

104. “I remember when she told us we were named after Broadway plays…” Christine giggled.

105. I nodded my head, reliving every memory I had of them in a play in my head.

106. “It was quite romantic wasn’t it?” Christine sat down on her bed once more, with a dreamy look on her face.

107. “Yeah… The first play they saw together was Phantom of the Opera. Thus, your name, Christine was born!” I told her in my movie trailer voice.

108. “Then, for their second date they saw Mamma Mia!” Christine clapped and wiggled her feet.

109. I laughed, “They were something…”

110. “I want to be in love…” Christine dreamed aloud.

111. “Well, if you keep fooling around with random guys… You’ll never be in love.” I told her.

112. “How would you know?” She teased, sticking her tongue out.

113. “Because of James,” I replied.

114. A silence fell over us, only honking horns was heard.

115. “It’s my fault isn’t it?” Christine pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. “If I weren’t around, you… You could’ve been happy.”

116. “I’m happy.” I lied.

117. “Not happy enough…” Christine replied quickly.

118. I had no come back for that.

119. “What’s he up to anyway?” She curiously asked. “Are you still seeing him?”

120. I sighed, “We are in touch, I’ve gone on some casual lunch dates with him. But, they are awkward…”

121. “Oh.”

122. We sat in the silence again, I could hear the clock ticking and the silence was intense.

123. “You should’ve married him…” Christine shouted, throwing her hands up in the air and falling backwards on her bed.

124. “And disobey mom and dad? Never.” I replied sternly.

125. “Just because it said on their will to have the eldest marry first, doesn’t mean you have to obey. Family, especially me, shouldn’t get in the way of your happiness.”

126. “But, I am happy Christine. I’ve got you.” I told her, really meaning it.

127. She sat up, “But, it’s not me you want Mia… You want James, you always will.”

128. A tear strolled down my cheek, “Family first Christine! I’m just going to wait after you get married okay? When you are happy with the right one, I’ll be happy, too.”

129. Christine smiled, she stood up and hugged me, “I’m glad you’re my sister. I love you Mia. I promise you, I’ll find Mr. Right soon so you can be with James again.”

130. “Don’t rush love Christine,” I warned. “I want you to take your time.”

131. “I won’t…” She moaned.

132. “I’ll wait for you Christine, don’t worry. We have to listen to mom and dad” I mumbled.

133. “Sister, now that we’re grieving/Our fingers will falter/Our lungs will be leaking/All over each other and without even speaking/We’ll know that it’s over and smile and go greeting/Whatever comes next…”

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