Chapter 43: Burnt paintings

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Sana's POV

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Sana's POV

We drove for hours, I can still see the worry in my parents' eyes.

I've never seen them this stressed.

We then stopped, where are we?

I looked outside the car window to see that we are now in front of a hospital.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

They remained silent and just got out of the car.

I followed them, my heart started racing as I heard a name that they mentioned to the person at the reception.

We started walking to the room the receptionist told us, with only a few words going on repeat in my mind.

"This can't be."

As each step I took, the shakier each breath I take becomes.

The silent yet heard footsteps made me feel shivers down my spine.

The smell of the hospital lingered through my senses.

The atmosphere was weird.

It's hard to admit, but I am... 

Scared.

My parents were in tears when we entered this room.

Well, I started to tear up too when I saw the cold body of my grandmother, lying on a hospital bed with no machines to help her breathing.

No, this can't happen, not to her.

I took a step closer as my breath hitched.

I clenched my fist, my tears flowed down my cheeks.

My heart suddenly felt heavy.

It is true. That when you lose someone, your memories with them will be the first thing you remember.

That you would remember them when they're already gone. 

And then it hurts you, knowing that you will no longer have new memories with that person.

But I don't have many memories of her.

When you start to remember, you then regret not having many memories.

You start to feel guilty for not spending much time with this person.

Then you start to wonder, why now? Why her? 

And at the same time, the thought that you're not able to visit here if this didn't happen.

So whatever you do, there's no other way to make memories. 

And before I knew it, I am now bawling my eyes out.

My parents helped me calm down even if my heart was still racing up to this moment.

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