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Chapter 18: Reality

Five years and ten months ago

I go over to his bed. I see it sad. He's been like this since we left the hospital and came home. Doctors told me: depression would fill the space, and not just Joshua.

I have stopped going to work.

My boss told me a week ago that I didn't need me to come back, not until I ... resolved my life.

I don't want to think that solving my life is seeing my little brother die.

I brush the tears off my cheeks.

"Don't cry, Thea." We both knew it was a matter of time. "His words pierce my soul."

He is so small and yet so wise.

I want to cry to the world, to anyone.

I want to find someone who wants to snatch my little brother from my side and beat him until my knuckles bleed and he desists from snatching the most precious thing I have from my side.

The months in the hospit

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