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Peter didn't come back to give me another one of his letters. I knew he wasn't coming the next day either. Or the week after.
"You'll be out of here in a week, aren't you excited?" My nurse Emelina was saying.
I hadn't spoken much to anyone ever since the strange dreams. Everything just felt off.
"You can walk on your own now and guess what? No more hospital bed! I bet you miss home, huh?"
I heard her but saw no point in responding. I stared out the window for what felt like an eternity. Not sure what I was looking for, but I knew I wouldn't find it in that room.
"Kizlyn?" Emelina was standing by the bathroom, her lips in a thin line.
I saw her reflection from the window, but didn't turn to look. I continued watching the rain pour, the clouds pulled together.
The next thing I heard was the door shut and I finally let myself breathe. Then I heard his voice.
Hey Kizzy.
I knew he wasn't in the room, so I nonchalantly accepted the fact that I was indeed going crazy.
It's better to hear people's names from their own lips.
My vision became blurry and then clear again. I still wondered where on earth my glasses were all this time.
Everything about you is important.
I shut my eyes tightly and when I opened them again, a trail of different colored envelopes led to the door. I blinked and began thinking of all the crazy people in movies. Am I going to need a straight jacket? I thought.
I swung my legs over and got up, my hospital gown feeling foreign on my skin. There were still noises everywhere, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. I opened the door and stood in the hallway, watching doctors and nurses dash around. Some were writing on clipboards while others spoke to families. There was crying and hushed whispers.
It's different when you're with someone you actually want to spend time with.
I remembered his face when he had told me that. And the way I had felt. Like I was falling but not really. More like gliding through the air. Like I had just stepped into a whole new galaxy, yet still felt at home.
I looked down at the envelopes as they filled the hallway in a single line; a trail. I followed them, reading the words To Kizzy on each.
