I can't love because I've lost

When I was younger my parents were killed in a car crash leaving me to look after my younger brother. When my brother was sixteen I was engaged. Richard, my brother couldn't lose me so he went on a trip to the Himalayas.

The day before the wedding I received two phone calls.

One from my fiance and the other from Richard's friend Tomasz. Tomasz told me that Richard had went out with a sherpa that morning and hadn't been heard of since he later found out that there had been an avalanche on the mountain he had been climbing and he hadn't been recovered.

The call from my fiance telling me that he had gotten a job in Australia had left me happy. But knowing that Rich wasn't coming home was just too much. That night I packed my bags, left a note and headed for the airport. I haven't been back since. I'm too afraid to love because I believe that it'll be stolen from me again.

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