Yan: Kevin, I—

Kevin: Don’t apologize. Enough apologies have been said lately…one more isn’t going to change anything.

Yan: …

Kevin: I’m just glad you’re here.

Yan: Don’t worry…

Kevin: …

Yan: She knew you were sorry…she always knew.

Kevin: You were right about Yan, it’s just too bad I never got to tell you that while I still had the chance. She—she’s just so much like you, I can see why you two got along as well as you did.

Kevin: I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry…

Mosaic Family Mausoleum.

Throwing her arms around him, Giselle held him tightly as she rested her head on his chest gently. “I’m glad you’re okay, big brother.”

Unsure how to approach this, as little as something like this has happened between them, Kevin just looked at her, unprepared, and astounded.

“She doesn’t deserve you. No matter what anyone else says, you deserve better. You’ll find someone who will find you more important than your money, one day.”

“I just know it.”

“It’s no problem at all. You’re getting older, and as much as I try to give you space, we don’t spend as much time together as I would like.” Kevin smirked. “So I try to grab at every opportunity I can get. I’m just sorry I didn’t get you here on time.” Diverting his eyes, if only for a second, he let out a sigh. “The one day I decide not to speed…”

Giggling, Giselle grinned as she shrugged to disregard it. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got a little pull with my morning instructor. She won’t mind.”

He raised a brow. “You don’t take advantage of this, I hope.” Rubbing his chin, Kevin looked at her, putting her on the spot to put it simply.

Giselle immediately blushed, as she brought her hand to her cheek to try to hide it. “No…not at all…”

Somehow, as he watched her clearly lie to him in his face, he was reminded of himself at her age. However, instead of leading a normal life, at a normal school, in a normal town, he, at sixteen, was in Africa…learning how to properly wield a machete, as opposed to learning formulas in chemistry. Kevin envied her, many a nights did he spend awake in a moonlit field, looking up at the seemingly endless starry night skies over the African plains, wondering about all the other things he could have been doing at that very moment…

…had he never become the heir to their father’s beloved diamond mine.

Would he have been happier?

Shaking off anymore questions of what if’s and would be’s however, he looked down at his sister and smiled. “I don’t blame you,” he said to calm her. “Just don’t let mom find out, because if she does, I’m not going to defend you.”

Giselle, smiled back. “Thanks…”

Twiddling her thumbs nervously, Giselle spoke up, once the ringing school bell stopped, and became a mere ringing in their ears. “You didn’t have to drop me off. You know mom would have been more than willing to do it, if I had asked her to.”