“Really?” His voice breaks, sounding on the verge of tears. “Yeah, really. I’ve never felt better.” I bring the speaker away from my mouth, the lie crushing my chest. After a long moment, he says, “Good, good. I’m glad.” He inhales another sharp breath. “I don’t have much longer—” “Lo,” I interject. Please don’t leave me just yet. “Yeah?” “I’m waiting for you.” I love you. I imagine a smile spreading across his face. Even if it’s sad, it’s still one that I’ll hold onto in my dreams. “I knew you could.”
I’m not crying, are you?🥲
