Finding Solace in the Winter Sun

Summary

The day my fiancé, Mark, and I were talking about setting a wedding date, my sister Chloe threw a wrench in the works. She announced she wanted him too.

I refused to back down. So, she went up to the rooftop, crying, threatening to jump.

But then she actually slipped and fell. She died with her eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

Because of that, my parents grew to hate me, blaming and criticizing me at every turn.

Mark said cruelly, "You were so cold to your own sister. Serves you right to know what it feels like to be treated coldly."