The shape of after

The joke writes itself.

My mom told me the new week would be better than the last. That I should keep my head held high and stay positive.

So why am I standing in this hospital, the sharp smell of disinfectant burning my nose, while doctors rush past me like I'm invisible?
I am failing almost all my classes, but I would rather fail every single one of them than watch my entire world collapse because my mother had a severe stroke. Everything changed in one phone call.

And then, in the midst of all that chaos, I met him - the guy I kept seeing but never spoke to. At first.
The one who somehow made the heavy days feel a little lighter.

But when your life is falling apart, how do you let yourself fall for someone else?