Prologue

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Do you know that feeling when you just have to do something right at that moment or you will never get the chance to do it again?

Right now Marianne felt that feeling and pulled out her phone from her pocket and started texting her sister while walking back from school. It was currently a little past 4 pm and she was tired from school. The cold weather also didn't help to brigten her mood. Her fingers felt cold and she hurried to finish the message. The message said: 'Can you do me a favour?'

'Why should I?' came a reply soon from her oh-so-lovely little sister and honestly Marianne was partially of the same opinion. However she decided to trust that feeling she had got a while ago and started to type her request.

However she ended up hesitating to press the send button. The contents of the message were just that unusual.

While wondering wether it was really ok to send it she heard a sound to her right. She turned to look and her face turned pale. She turned her attention back to her phone, the message now making a lot more sense. While her finger pressed the send button she lost her consciousness.

She had died hit by a car bacause her lack of attention.

Her last message to her sister said: 'Remember that promise we made when we were small about making each other our chilren's godmothers? When I die take that cross necklace I always wear and give it to your child as a present from their godmother for their confirmation seremony. Pretend like I was their godmother and give them presents from my things if there is something suitable. Good bye, Jenni.'

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Jenni was at home lazing around when her big sister messaged her. She found it somewhat weard since Marianne almost never sent her a message. She read it and it was just her asking for a favour. She replied something while feeling annoyed having her lazing interrupted.

A moment later she got another message from Marianne. She read it and found the whole message weard. Why would her sister talk to her, a fifteen-year-old middle schooler, about her children? She must be joking!

She decided not to reply anything but to wait for her sister to get home so she could ask her what the fu*k that message was about.

However soon it was already long past the time Marianne was supposed to get home and Jenni got a little worried.

An hour later she was told her sister had died.

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