Don’t cry, Mary,” Eden croaked. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
My lip quivered as I softly replied, “You’re dying. How could I not cry?”
I didn’t hear Lucas walk up behind me, but he put his hand on my shoulder for comfort. I sniffed back tears as I looked at my aunt lying helplessly in the hospital bed. I took in a sharp breath as Eden’s glassy eyes searched mine.
“I love you,” Eden said weakly, coughing into her shaking hand.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “But this isn’t goodbye. Don’t say goodbye,” I pleaded.

Barbara C. Doyle

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Sweetheart, I want you to go somewhere with your life. I know that you can do some wonderful things if you set your mind to it. You’re a smart and caring teenager. Much more mature then most seventeen year olds. But death is inevitable for everybody. No matter how much people try to fight it, it’s going to happen.” Eden looked at me with a serious expression painted on her face. “Death doesn’t suit everybody, though.

Barbara C. Doyle

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