"I'm heavy, aren't I?" the little boy asked, a trace of embarrassment in his voice.
"Yeah, pretty heavy," the little girl replied bluntly, every step she took feeling like a struggle.
"I'm sorry… for making you carry me. But if you ever get hurt, I promise I'll carry you too!" The boy's voice was filled with urgency, like he was scared she'd think he was useless and start to dislike him.
"How long can you even carry me? You probably won't last that long!" The girl sounded doubtful of his strength.
Even though he was older, it always felt like she was the one protecting him on their journey.
"I can carry you forever!" the boy blurted out.
At that moment, neither of them really understood what "forever" meant.
Fragments of memory started piecing together, slowly forming vivid recollections.
Rachel felt hazy, like she wanted to open her eyes but couldn't. Her body swayed gently, as if someone was carrying her forward.
Who was it? Who was carrying her?!
