The Cost Of Forever
what happens if i
a truth I have been hesitant to acknowledge. I am seated on a bench hidden in
one. It's been days since I last had some alone time, and now that I
fly as my chest becomes tight.
it doesn't halt the overflow. What if all of this effort ends up being futile? The donations, the medical care, the optimism I've been holdi
ot where no one is able to witness me, I am simply falling apart. As I bring my hands to my face, tr
if I alre
the fissures I have been trying to hide. I have lost count of how many times I've told myself to keep going, to withstand, to rema
feeling of being helpless. Wave after wave of suffocating emotion brings everything I've been holding onto to the sur
s overwhelming, and I find myself uncertain if I
s me from the spir
. She appeared to be no older than six years old, with messy pigtails and vibrant green eyes that
smile, a forced expression
s better. Then, silently, she takes something out of her pocket a
ys simply, pushin
etely surprised. "You're no
big deal. "It's what my mom gives me when
of everything weighing me down. It's different-something more delicate, somethi
in me, leaving me speechless. Instead, I extend my hand and grab the loll
urmur, my voice
back along the path, her pigtails bouncing with each movement. I keep my
y silly how a tiny thing like a stranger giving me a piece of c
en my fingers. It may be a silly action, yet it serves
enough for me to resume moving. I don't have the amswers. I am unsure about what the future holds, whether Lila will recover, and if
moving. I have
it's over. And I'm not
brushes against my face, allowing me to finally have a clear mind after days of mental
he type that follows a tumultuous event. The type of feeling that seems possible,
y back to the waiting room. Lucas and Clara are still there, both of them standing as soon as they se
tepping forward, concern
my hand like a reminder of something brighter. "Yeah," I say quietl
ply observing me. After that, he nods, with
etting worried," she admits softly, her grip tightening in that way
ing into her warmth for just a second befo
mething unreadable flickerin
ker of hope burning just a lit
y the sterile hospital walls and the uncertainty that stil
ver yet. Maybe w
la and feel the lollipop in my pocket, a small
tiny bit of hope that everythin