My Sister Had 18 Years Left. I Had None

Everyone could see the glowing countdown timer above my twin sister Clara's head. Everyone knew she was destined to die the year she turned eighteen.

Because of this, Clara was the absolute center of our universe.

The TV remote was always hers. The first bite of any delicious meal was always hers. And our parents' undivided, suffocating love was entirely hers.

I knew it wasn't her fault. But I couldn't help the bitter envy that grew inside me.

Finally, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Clara made a wish. She wanted to die in a place closest to the sky.