Shit.
“How could you want that for your sister? Someone like me?”
“I wasn’t the one who chose you.”
Jamie pulls himself up to a sitting position. He looks at her for a few seconds and then starts speaking again.
“I just want to see her happy. She gave up on her own life for me, and I’d do the same for her.”
I clench my jaw at what Jamie is implying.
“And what about you?”
I jerk up to look at him.
“What about me?”
“What would you be willing to do?”
My gaze goes back to her, curled up on a chair in her brother’s hospital room.
“I’ve already let her go once.”
“Would you do it again?”
I don’t answer.
“Ian…”
“What do you want from me, Jamie?” I ask in frustration.
“I want you to be honest, with me and with yourself.”
I look at her again, and I feel my heart tighten in my chest.
“I don’t think I can to do it again,” I say honestly.
“Well then, at least just try not to send her off running again.”
“And how the hell am I supposed to do that?”
Jamie looks at me, serious.
“Sometimes, if you want someone to stay, all you have to do is ask them not to leave.”
