Part 90

Brandon's pov

I have never met anyone like her. It’s like she took some time machine and walked into this new, modern, and alien world. Everything was so basic for her, so simple. She wore that pure, innocence in her smile. She had that softness in her voice that would make you lean forward, maybe out of respect. She would look at the mirror and just quickly nod in agreement “Hmm, it’s okay." There was no bitterness in her soul. She would often tell me “We should not talk bad about others. God is watching.” And yes, about her and her God, she would leave every problem to God. In her happiness, she would keep praising God. In her pain, she would keep praying to God. When I would joke about God, she would get so annoyed with me. She wanted to say bad things to me for mocking God. But then, God forbid her from saying bad things. See? So cute.

I was not like her, never. I said bad things about many people. We were never the same souls. But she always told me that we are the same. "You ar