'Our lives are lived, our lies are lied. A friend is found In the light. Time is gone, The days have passed. When each breath comes closer to the last.' By Chelsea Matice. She's thinking of her little sister. She died so many years ago. Or, according to a letter. Now, her sister's daughter is back to haunt her dreams, and her image only reminds her of her lost sister. Now, she lives in anger, and sadness, knowing it's her fault . . . when her neice dies in her arms.