Nonchalant

Walking down the mountain, Lucille closed her eyes, as the toxins rampaged within her body, causing a dull pain in her internal organs. To stop Molly from worrying, Lucille pretended to nonchalantly smile as she said, "Molly, I used to carry you on my back, do you remember?" "Of course I remember." Molly sniffled. That was an event from thirteen years ago when Lucille and her mother found themselves on the edge of Life and Death Street. They had stumbled upon a barely alive Molly beside a heap of garbage at a street corner, prompting them to bring her home. That was their first meeting. That year, Lucille was seven, and Molly was five. After that, the others on Life and Death Street would laugh at Lucille for having gained an extra follower, a retard at that. Yet, Lucille continued to stress, not a follower, but a sister. During the years of mutual support, Molly would carry Lucille home whenever she was injured. Similarly, when Molly accidentally got injured, Lucille would carry her h