You held my hand today.
Under the desk during English.
I was shocked to say the least.
We'd barely spoken a few words and here you were holding my hand.
But I didn't move mine away.
Your warm, slightly calloused palm provided the comfort I so thoroughly needed.
We were watching a movie.
A movie about a boy who had Cancer.
And I could see the grief clawing at your face, just as it was mine.
James died from Cancer. . .Leukemia to be exact.
The only thing stopping me from breaking down was your hand.
So thank you.
YOU ARE READING
Letting Go
Teen Fiction❝Sometimes we have to endure the hardships of winter to truly appreciate the beauty of Spring.❞ When Rose's best friend dies, she's left heartbroken, empty and lost. But over thirty days, with the help of a boy named Eric, she slowly discovers the...
