“What’s so wrong about it?” I ask, my older sister Sammy rolls her eyes. Pacing the porch of our house.

“I don’t know,” she pauses, her hands on her hips. “Maybe, Davian, it’s the fact that you’re the reason her Mom died.”

I feel like she slapped me across my cheek. Even though we’re a good yard apart. I know I was the reason the car crashed, but I keep thinking that maybe I can make her life better.

“I know,” I say, falling to the old wooden steps. “That’s why this is so hard.”

I cover my eyes with the palm of my hand. Trying to fight the tears that are burning in my eyes.

The old porch creaks as Sammy walks across it. “Davian,” she whispers, taking a seat next to me.

I lift my head up, meeting Sammy’s hazel eyes. “It’s just,” I start, racking my brain for the right words. “She’s different.”

Sammy nods, as she plays with the rings on her fingers. “Davian, I know you like her.” Sammy looks down at her hands. “But you’d have to be an absolute fool to think you can keep lying to her about this.”

I hate how Sammy is always so right. I wonder if she ever gets tired of it, I do.

I nod slowly, lowering my head. “I can’t help it.” I mumble as a soft breeze blows dry leaves across the ground. “I mean at first I guess I was just trying to make her feel like she wasn’t alone.” I pause looking up at Sammy.

Her eyes are shinning with tears as she brushes her brown hair behind her ear.

“But then.” I smile, Maisie’s face appearing to me. Her blonde hair falling at her shoulders, her bangs that she always brushes out of her eyes. Her beautiful black blue eyes.

“You fell for her?” Sammy asks, still fidgeting with her rings.

I nod, watching the leaves fall softly to the ground from our big oak tree. “Yeah,” I mumble. “I did.”