“Eleanor… what I heard from the nurses, it’s not true, right?”
My mother and father, Elizabeth, as well as Damian entered the room. Just like, that, the air shifted. The gloomy atmosphere turned into a stressful one— and I almost stood up to welcome them with the most triggering question i could to express my hatred, but I chose not to.
For Elon’s sake. At some point, I knew he could hear me, and if ever…. I didn’t want it to be his last memory.
“Elon…” My mother approached Elon’s bed, crying. “My poor grandson…”
I felt like a storm had cracked open the sky, spilling over with something thick, something suffocating. My chest tightened. My hands curled into fists against my lap, my nails pressing into skin but it was never enough to suppress everything. To keep these emotions within.
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