Dear Ariella,
I woke up a few days later according to my aunt.
You were in the waiting room.
You had your sisters college sweatshirt on and yoga pants.
The nurse told me you hadn't left since I got here.
I called your name and your head shot up, eyeliner smearing your cheeks and forehead.
You hugged me and just said three words,
"How could you?"
I didn't know I would be hurting you, too.
-Lucas
