The Freak with the Notebook

I stared down, reading her carefully written handwriting. The last sentence killed me. 'I love you, and I always have.'

A tear fell, smearing her signature. I closed the unfinished notebook, and pressed it to my chest, and cried. Her sister wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close, comforting me.

The doctor stepped out of her room, and looked down at us. The only ones here for her.