This time, Jessica could not stop her tears. She held Anya close. "Auntie wants that too honey, Auntie will fight."
In that embrace Jessica knew, even if her body was beginning to fade, even if her mind was full of dread, the love from the kid who wasn’t her own flesh and blood was a reason to keep on.
The day after, a chilly morning covered the tiny home where Jessica stayed with her dad. Rain drops were still falling from the plants but the air felt more peaceful. Jessica was still resting, her body not fully better from the long night.
Jonas sat in the kitchen with Randy, both holding a cup of coffee, which was getting cold. Jonas's face looked serious, his eyes were looking at the hall to Jessica room.
"She’s running low on air," Randy said softly. "Last night she was shaking a lot. I nearly called an ambulance if you didn’t show up."
Jonas shook his head, t
“Clinically speaking,” Dr. Mira continued, “you are in full remission. There’s no sign of further spread. No abnormal activity in the bloodwork or scans.”Jonas inhaled sharply. He turned to Jessica, who sat frozen in place, her eyes wide and slowly beginning to well with tears.“So… I…?” she whispered.Dr. Mira smiled, soft and understanding. “Congratulations, Jessica. You’re officially cured. We’ll continue to monitor you for the next few months, of course, but you won’t need any more chemotherapy. And you can begin returning to your normal life.”It took Jessica a few seconds to fully absorb those words.Cured.A word that had once felt like a distant dream. A word she had almost stopped believing in. But today… she heard it with her own ears.Without realizing it, tears started to stream down her cheeks. Jonas took her hand tightly, then k
“Yeah, the weather’s nice too. It’s like everything’s trying to be kind to you today,” Randy replied as he took a seat beside the bed. He studied her face for a moment, then asked softly, “Did you sleep well last night?”Jessica nodded. “Better than I have in a while. It felt... peaceful.”Randy let out a quiet breath of relief. He didn’t want to burden his daughter with any heavy thoughts that morning. So, he simply sat with her, adjusting the blanket draped over her lap now and then. From the living room, Anya’s voice rang out again.“Aunt Jessica! I drew a butterfly! Wanna see?”Jessica chuckled. “Sure, come show it to me.”Moments later, Anya appeared at the door holding a large sheet of paper. It was covered in colorful, uneven shapes—but to Jessica, it was the most beautiful piece of art she had ever seen.“It’s the butterfly you
Randy smiled. “You can sleep wherever you want, Jessica. This house… is yours too.”Night gently descended, and the warm light in the room was turned on. Anya had already fallen asleep in the room next door, with Kevin watching over her. Jonas stayed by Jessica’s side, reading a thin book they used to read back when she was first hospitalized—“Everything Will Be Alright.”Jessica… smiled faintly in her sleep.Though her body was weakening, she was surrounded by those who loved her.Rain began to fall softly outside the window, soaking the yellowing leaves in the yard of Randy’s house. Jessica sat in a reclining chair by the window, wrapped in a light gray blanket, watching the raindrops fall in quiet rhythm. Her breathing was heavy—not a groan, but the kind of breath someone takes when they’re trying to hold back pain in silence.Anya sat near her feet, drawing with c
Jonas looked at her for a long moment. “Maybe… we were only meant to love each other without fully having each other. And that’s enough, Jessica. Love… is enough.”Jessica held her breath for a moment, then nodded. She knew Jonas was learning to let go, just like she was. But she also knew: it wasn’t time yet.Outside, the sky shifted from orange to a dusky blue-gray. From the kitchen, Randy’s voice could be heard occasionally, and the aroma of warming soup filled the living room with a gentle, comforting heat. Jessica rested her head on Jonas’s shoulder, her eyes still open.“I’m not leaving tonight, Jessica,” Jonas whispered. “I’ll stay here. Watch over you.”Jessica didn’t answer. But her arms tightened around Anya, as if trying to hold back time itself. The night wasn’t over yet, and love wasn’t finished. That day kept turning—silent, and full
Randy’s house felt quieter than usual. Maybe because everyone was holding their breath, or maybe because the silence was left intentionally—so the sound of Jessica’s footsteps, or the soft turning of her wheelchair, could be fully heard. Randy stood at the front door, eyes red but his smile wide.“Dad…” Jessica whispered.She embraced her father tightly, as if her frail body still had enough strength to remind him she was alive. Randy returned the hug carefully, afraid of hurting the daughter whose frame had grown so thin.“Welcome home, sweetheart.”Anya came running from inside, dragging her big stuffed toy behind her. She stopped in front of Jessica and looked up at her for a moment.“Auntie… you came back?”Jessica nodded, her voice barely audible. “Yes, sweetheart. Auntie came home.”Anya hugged Jessica’s legs, and in that moment, everyone
Jonas stood immediately, moving closer and holding her cold hand.“I’m here,” he said gently. “How are you feeling now?”“Still alive,” Jessica replied weakly, trying to make a joke. “Though it feels like half of me is already on the other side.”Jonas lowered his head, holding back a heavy breath. He could no longer deny the truth. Their time was running out. And Jessica… she’d known it before any of them did.“I have one request,” Jessica said then, her breath shallow but her tone firm.Jonas looked at her, ready to listen.“If I become too weak to speak… please take me home. I don’t want to spend my last days in a sterile room that smells like alcohol. I want to hear Anya laugh… see Dad trying to tell jokes even if they’re awful… I want to die as a person, not a patient.”“Don’t say that,” Jo