Viola’s POV:
Watching Mitch leave the hospital room felt like a hot iron being pressed against my chest. That man had gone through so much pain himself and had felt loss on multiple levels. All this and he still managed to come out a happy, supportive and caring person. If that isn’t resilience, then I don’t know what is.
I stare at the letter in front of me. It is sitting open, already read and smudged with tears.
Losing Mitch was so, terribly difficult, but losing Kyle…
I suck in air, trying to keep my sobs from spilling out further.
Losing Kyle is the end of the world.
Losing Kyle is like a thousand shards of glass chipping away at my soul and no matter how loud I scream, or how hard I punch, the tiny pieces just dig in deeper and deeper.
Losing Kyle is my biggest and deepes
