Thoughts Astray

She was lying down, her bare back covered with nothing but a thin layer of sheets and her misty hair.

All she did was think. All she did was hope. All she did was remember the memories that made her smile.

“I’ll come back for you.”

The memories that made her eyes glitter by the dim nightlight on her red bedside table.

“I miss you so much it hurts.”

She’d put everything aside, and focus on one thing: Don’t. Give. Up.

Because even though she knew that this would be the hardest thing she’d ever decide to do, the alternative wouldn’t be any easier, and the smiles wouldn’t come any earlier.

They’d simply vanish.