Even though it's been almost nine years and Roxy's mood was getting better, Roxy's heart still hurts whenever she recalled her mother's words.
Her tears dripped down Declan's shirt, making Roxy wanted to wipe her tears. But before she wiped her cheeks, Declan had moved his thumb to wipe away her tears.
"It's my fault," Roxy confessed without lifting her head. Instead, she snuggled deeper as if she wanted to hide her face. "She died because of my selfishness. I don't even feel worthy of calling myself her sister."
Declan gently patted Roxy's shoulder in his arms while whispering firmly. "It's not your fault."
"Everyone thinks it is."
"No one can avoid calamity, Roxy. No one is at fault in this. Stop blaming yourself."
"But…"
"Roxy, are you going to set what people think of you? Aren't you the kind of person who doesn't care what people think of you?"
"But I still can't forgive myself."
