Nothing ever mattered to him like his younger sister did. Everything he did, everything he ever tried, he did for her. She was the entire reason he lived on in the face of a mother who drank and a father who reported the world's news and never their own. He ate because he was making her supper. He did his homework so he could help with hers in two years. And he would go to college so that she could live a life someday.
She was beautiful in the way that only a girl destined to die young could be. And when he looked at her body on a cold marble altar, he wept.