i forgot i cant just switch from comics to books
rereading a lovely little issue of yj98 then i switch to i fell in love with hope and get hit with
Eric caresses the surface of the box. He presses his forehead to it and closes his eyes. A moment passes and I remember those days Sony fell asleep hooked up to a ventilator. I remember how he used to cry and choke it all down so she wouldn’t wake. I remember the whispers I could never make out that he spoke every night after tucking her in. It’s only now, as I hear it up close, that I realize they weren’t renditions of goodnights or little reminders to stay alive or anything so confined to a nurse-patient relationship.
They were a father’s I love yous.
Eric opens the box.
“Goodnight, Sony,” he whispers. “I hope you find your everything.”
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