DEC. 5TH
The doctors let me in to see you today, and I just watched you, so sure your eyes would shoot open and bloom and you would sit up. But you didn't. The heart monitor was a persistent, mocking reminder, constantly drawing those luminescent lines that snaked across the black board.
I fucking hate this, Ada, and I'm just so angry. Why wasn't I there? I should've been there. I wish we could rewind time.
Rage is just locked inside of me all the time, simmering beneath the surface. Today Mom called me and said she was so sorry, that you might not make it. I just—I snapped on her and just hung up. I can't fucking function without you.
I just... come back, Ada.
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YOU ARE READING
When We Bloom
Short StoryKeiji is a mess, because Ada is lying in a hospital bed and he can't do anything about it except talk to a dusty tape recorder.
