Apparently I wasn't supposed to dump everything into Aunt Kara like that.
Oops.
The doctors told me that she was shocked, but it actually helped and her and memories are coming back.
Then they scolded me.
I wasn't really paying attention though.
The doctors suggested that I go home.
I have been here for three days.
Without fresh clothes.
And a shower.
I think they want me to go home cause I smell.
Oh well.
In all the time I've been at the hospital, I haven't once been on my phone.
Sitting by Joseph's side, I turn on my phone to see 48 texts from Asher.
Not 49.
48.
Maybe that number is loosing it's significance.
Maybe one day it will be just a number to me.
Maybe one day all this pain will be dulled.
Maybe one day I can be happy.
Maybe.
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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."
