on monday it rained. i prayed for abbie to wake up but she didn't.
on tuesday it rained again and the doctors said she was getting better day by day and her treatment wouldn't be the full dosage.
on wednesday i went to the cafe but it wasn't the same.
on wednesday night it stormed and i held abbie's hand, i swear i felt her squeeze my hand but i was probably dreaming.
on thursday they gave abbie treatment while i went to my appointment. she said she's seeing an improvement in my demeanor. it made me feel proud of myself.
on friday i went for a walk around the park with abbie's sister. she said i'm the best thing that's ever happened to abbie.
on friday night i felt her hand squeeze mine and i knew i wasn't dreaming.
on saturday i wrote.
sometimes people are beautiful.
not in looks.
not in what they say.
just in what they are.
on sunday i left the hospital hand-in-hand with abbie.
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light | m.c.
Fanfiction"you put a little light in this world." {COMPLETED APRIL 25, 2017} {EDITED JUNE 10, 2019}
