Inevitably, my eyes welled up with tears.

I read what she wrote, Meg showed it to me while she was going missing. Although the story was not so similar, but I can feel that she was thinking about Ber at that point of time. Say I'm sensitive, yes, I am. It's not about the content of the compo, but the actual person that you know she's talking about. It starts to hurt, though I very much want to hold myself back.

This is an issue we have to get over, but it's not easy. Occasionally when people talk about it, or something similar, all the images start flowing back and they seem to be happening right now. Although they are blurred images, but it does hurt. I can still vividly remember his pale, ghastly face. I still kept the letter he wrote. He was a nice brother.

Ber, you are missed.
God, have mercy on his soul. Bless him.