“To give her hope, I even recreated a story from a book by placing a fake leaf on a tree branch. Every leaf had withered and fallen, but the one I put there stayed perfectly in place. She would often look out the window, staring at that single leaf like it was her last glimmer of hope.”
“But when I visited her again, they told me her organs had failed, and she had been rushed for emergency treatment. Jasper and I waited outside the ICU for two long days and nights, only to receive the news that she hadn’t made it.”
“When I gathered her belongings, I found a painting. It was of the ocean—something neither of us had ever seen in person. Yet, the sea in her painting was so clear, soft, and full of a quiet, breathtaking power. A bare sycamore tree stood at the shore, just like the one outsid
