When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.
Quotations
She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath and then you can hear a pin drop, and I’m feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it’s not me, that it’s not me, that it’s not me.
Last words
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
