Everyone knows what it means to grieve
at 2:30 in the morning
and you cant sleep
so you open the window
and pray for rain
to drown out the sound
of the days youve had to face.
The hot air, and sick light of midnight.
The pain
that stays
down deep as the hate
bitterness made in you.
Why me.
Why the disease of feeling,
when all youve ever needed
was the easyness they gave you
but theyve long since gone away
to a place people say
is better and without pain,
and not for one minute did you believe it,
not in this,
not now that you wish
to die, just to find them,
waiting to see your face
and touch you one more time.
And you feel like such a liar,
because last time
you never said goodbye,
only "I'll see you later".
But later never came.
An empathic young nurse driven to help and heal others since childhood after watching her mother languish for months before finally succumbing to cancer, Aziza Lopez abhors cruelty and suffering in any form. When she is assigned comatose patient Davi
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