You’re moving forward
“You’re leaving right now!!!” His mother shouts.
Jeff and I fix our clothes, but still stand close to one another. When our clothes are on, we hold hands in tears.
“What? I-I thought it was the end of next week?” I cry.
His mother ignores me, and grabs Jeff’s backpack for him.
“You’re using morphine now too?!?” She shouts at him.
“Stop yelling at him!” I cry. His father shakes his head at me, and I quiet down.
His mother walks near me, but Jeff stands in front of me. He’s still holding my hand.
“Okay, I’m going. Alright?” He mumbles.
He turns to me, and kisses my head, before letting go of my hand. I forget to breathe, and my vision blurs as they walk off. But I still have to say goodbye, I still have to hug Jeff one more time.
Completely distraught, I put o
