The Last Three Months of My Life
But now, the last person tied to my life had walked away too.
When I died...
There probably wouldn't even be anyone to claim my body.
My tears wouldn't stop.
Fine.
I'd mourn myself early.
***
I was feeding a bunch of stray cats when an old coworker called.
She burst into tears before she even said a word.
"Yara, you absolute angel, please come back, okay?"
"I'm not going back."
I poured food into a little bowl.
The cats ate like it was the best meal of their lives, and I smiled.