Will my life be miraculously free from pain, despair, grief, heartbreak, hardship, loneliness, depression? No.
But do I want to live? Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.
Living Versus Understanding
A few minutes later her brother came to see her. He’d heard the voicemail she’d sent him and had responded by text at seven minutes after midnight.
“You okay, sis?” Then, when the hospital contacted him, he’d caught the first train from London.
He’d bought the latest issue of National Geographic for her while waiting at St Pancras station.
“You used to love it,” he told her, as he placed the magazine beside the hospital bed.
“I still do.” It was good to see him. His thick eyebrows and reluctant smile still intact.
He walked in a little awkward, head cowed, hair longer than it had been in the last two lives in which she had seen him.
“I’m sorry I’ve been incommunicado recently,” he said.
“It wasn’t about what Ravi said it was about. I don’t even think about The Labyrinths any more.
I was just in a weird place. After Mum died I was seeing this guy and we had a very messy break-up
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