The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

do?” “We attack it immediately and without mercy. We start with chemo, and we move forward. We fight. She fights. And when she’s too tired to fight, then you do what you can to fight for her, because this is an all-out war.”

mean, sure, they were exhausting, and loud, and messy, but they brought out the color in life.

I can’t remember what the world looked like before I held them, but I know it wasn’t half this vibrant.”

“Don’t let go,” she whispered. Her hands were still between us, but she wasn’t pushing me away, they were simply resting on my pecs. If anything, she leaned in. “I’d forgotten what this felt like.” “Being hugged?” My voice was sandpaper-rough. “Being held together.”