She quivered beneath his touch. Looking back to him without turning her head, she squirmed as she felt his breath against her. Anna shook her head to him at first, as she did want to go through with it. His last words made her turn her head back to him. She didn't want to let go of<em>James</em>. She didn't want to let go of her brother. That's not what this meant, did it? What did he mean by he let go of James as well? Her brother wasn't gone. He was there in so many ways. He wouldn't be there,<em>she</em>wouldn't be there if there wasn't still traces of him within whoever he had made himself to be now.<br/><br/>"I'm not letting go of you.. or me James..." She whispered softly so that only he would hear. "I'm letting go of<em>The Thurstons.</em>" She finished as she pressed her forehead cheek to his for a moment. Then she turned to the fireplace and the matches. Striking up a match several times, she finally got it to light. When it did, she held it against the papers as the base of the fire until it caught on. Shaking out the match, she put the matches far enough away from the fire before holding tight to her brother's hands. "Don't ever ask me to let go of<em>James</em>, brother..." She said in a hush tone as she closed her eyes and with everything she could she replaced the terrors with memories of her brother. He was the best memory she had, after all.