Saving Noah

by Lucinda Berry

Now, those images were gone, torn down, and all that remained was a blank wall with leftover pieces of tape hinting at the story the wall used to tell.

Things are never as bad as they seem when you’re keeping them a secret.”

I couldn’t sever my love for him any more than I could cut off my arm.

“What if I was dying of cancer? Would you help me die if I had cancer and was only going to suffer by being alive?” “That’s entirely different. You don’t have cancer.” He gave me a halfhearted smile. “You’re right. I’ve got something worse. At least when you have cancer people still love you.”

He was here, but he was already somewhere else, with one foot in the now and the other in the later.