I sigh.
I've been at the hospital for 49 minutes visiting Jessica.
Not once have I left her side.
She's been in the hospital for about two months now.
She looks pale.
She looks sad.
She looks like she's asleep.
And most of all, she looks dead.
I sigh again.
"Molly, do you want some water?" Asks Joseph.
I shake my head no.
I don't want anything.
Except for Jessica to live.
But I know that won't happen.
This isn't a fairy tale, and it won't end happily.
I sigh again.
If it never happened, we wouldn't even be here.
Jessica wouldn't be on her death bed.
I wouldn't be living with my aunt.
I would talk.
But it did happen.
And I can't change that.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
