Early Monday morning, Mom peeked into my room with a soft smile on her face. “Morning, sweetie. I’m heading to the hospital. Would you like to come with me today?”
I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to see him passing by. I didn’t want to hear his voice. I didn’t even want to think about him, but I couldn’t stop. Every single night this weekend, I’d sat by the window, staring at the moonflowers glowing off of the curtains. I just wanted to peel them open to see the moon, to find some comfort in the forest, but I couldn’t get myself to do it.
himWithout the light from the moon, the moonflowers didn’t glow as brightly. They were dull, and their leaves felt brittle. I couldn’t stop thinking about that sinister look on his face when he’d told me I’d be a nurse for the rest of my life.
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