but I can’t leave her without a goodbye. Tenderly, I brush my fingers over her pale, ghostly face, whispering all the comforting things she made me feel in this hell. “I couldn’t have survived without you.” She deserves to rest now. So, I close her lids, hiding the tears that dried on her irises. I press my lips to her forehead as the doors open. “You’re safe now,” are my parting words before I leave her forever.
