I was still in shock. Did she just say she was leaving? I couldn't wrap my head around it. I couldn't figure it out. I felt as though the air had been knocked out of me, I felt dizzy and breathless. This isn't happening.
"W-what?" I managed to breath out.
"I'm leaving for Paris, I know it seems sudden but..." Her face was stuck between trying to remain stoic and pained, "being in a hospital, watching the doctors and nurses do their job... It just makes me feel like I'll never get to this level." She took a deep shaky breath and I know she was having a difficult time. "I know I can't leave Simon... Dry and high like this but,"
I smiled in spite of myself, "high and dry. Other way around.."
She looked at me with a small bashful smile then looked down to the porcelain tiles, "I'm asking
