At one point, I forgot how to breathe as I sat in the cab. But Zach was right. The clock still goes on, even if you hold your breath. I could feel the time with every inch of my body. I could feel every second pass harmonically with my rapid heartbeats. Even my eyes didn't dare to shed tears.
When I reached the hospital that Frank had texted me about, I ran toward the receptionist. I didn't give a damn if people were staring at me, still in my ballet shoes and dress. I just wanted to see him, as soon as possible.
“Can you tell me which room is Zach Walter in?” I asked the lady. She gave me a weird look before saying,
“Room number 314, third floor; second door the left of the staircase.”
I nodded and started running, memories of him flashing before my eyes with every ste
