Under the Surface

by Diana Urban

“Dans ces couloirs, ceux qui sont oubliés protègent ceux qui ont oublié. I think that means In these halls, those who are forgotten protect those who have forgotten.”

Maybe being so afraid of losing the people we love most is exactly what drives them away, like some self-fulfilling prophecy.

We’re our choices, our bravery, our sacrifices. We’re forgiveness and strength and the tears we’ve shed. We’re the friendships we’ve built and the love we’ve shared. Time might go on without us and our cells might wither to dust, but that doesn’t diminish our existence. We all leave a mark on this world.

Ruby gave time meaning. Suddenly what I did in the here and now mattered.