It’s been two months since she got out of the hospital. I decided to visit her.
“Good morning Mr. Jones!”
“Oh Shawn. Come in. Letty’s upstairs.”
I manage my way to her room.
Three knocks and then the door opened.
“Hey! Shawn, right?” she asked and I just nodded. It’s painful that she needs to reassure who I am.
I looked around and realized she’s drawing angels again. She loves angels. I’m glad she didn’t forget that.
“Can you tell me how long our relationship were?” Letty asked out of nowhere.
“It lasted for 3 years.” I simply answered. She gasp and covered her mouth, “You survived my existence?” she jokingly asked.
I nodded and said, “Your existence gives me hope.” She smiled at me and grabbed her sketchpad from the table.
I stared at her and I wonder why she keeps drawing angels, not that I don’t want her to. It’s just that she can look into the mirror and see a real one.
