Narrated
That night she couldn't sleep her mind kept drifting off to the moment that guy sat on her table and ate her fries, surprisingly she didn't feel awkward or angry about it like it was peace after chaos. As she was still thinking maybe if she could meet him again she will feel better and she might heal.
She didn't know when she slept but the alarm showed that it was the next day.
As she sits across from Dr.Smith her hands clenched.
Maya: “I keep seeing him, (she blurts) and he doesn’t look like… him. He looks like Wade.” She half‑laughs, half‑cries. “I know that sounds crazy.”
Dr. Smith: (leans forward), “Maybe it’s not about who he is, but what he represents.”
Maya pauses, then whispers, “Wade always told me to keep fighting, even when it hurts. Maybe… maybe this is my way of honoring that.” She leaves the session with a new mantra scribbled on a sticky note: Wade would want me to keep showing up.
That day she went to the beach a place where she would find solace, watching the waves hit each other she feels it , his presence.....
“ You're almost there Yaya, just one step then you'll be able to heal, I'm always with you every step of the way don't lose hope yet.... and I'm proud "
A cool breeze hit her face and the waves seem to have slowed down their movement. She wiped her tears , she didn't even realize she was crying.
Maya stood up she scooped some sand and sprinkled it in the ocean staring at the far end of the sea she whispered, “I don't know yet but I'll look forward to it again, you'll always be in my heart brother ”.