( It was not his twin it was a younger sibling that died) She had seen the same scene with her twin when she was at the funeral but she had to move on. If she did not move on then what kind of life would she have? The same life that her brother was having right now. Taking a deep breath she opened the door and walked in slowly. "Hey." She whispered walking over to his bed and sitting down on the edge of it close but not to close.