Loïc“Hope is the building block for miracles, but it is also the catalyst for disappointment, depending on which way the coin falls.”
—Loïc Berkeley
It’s impossible for me to wrap my mind around my reality at the current moment.
This is reality, right? Not some sick dream designed to completely destroy me?
This is real.
I grasp Sarah’s soft skin in my left hand, and her fingers entwine with mine. She squeezes back.
She’s here. She’s alive.
She’s here. She’s alive.
I repeat these thoughts over and over in my head. It’s still unbelievable. I don’t know how one should respond when someone he loves comes back from the dead, but I’m sure I could be handling it better. I’m one gigantic mess right now.
Driving toward my house minutes ago, I knew it was Sarah before I could even make out
