Everything seemed untrue, more like a lie or a dream that would soon end. But this wasn't ending, it was going on and on.
A hopeless circle I'll call it. But now is my time to say the iconic line, why does God hate me? Why did he take away my only source of happiness, it's not fair, in this world nothing is fair.
Sitting in the empty hallway on the rigid chair, I'm losing hope inch by inch. The answer feels like no but one can hope, after all hope is the only way, we breath because we hope and the moment hope ends, we cut the lines of life.
I'm currently sitting in front of the operation room. It's a long surgery, and the chances of survival are fifty fifty. Marco either lives or he dies. It's already been 5 hours, Brandon's right besides me.
He feels lost, just like me, he had to k
