When the Stars Forgot Our Names

the belongings of a newly admitted patient.

Inside the small box lay an old leather sketchbook.

She recognized it instantly.

Coffee stains still marked the first page.

Her hands trembled.

Noah.

She rushed down the hallway.

Room 214.

There he was.

Older.

Thinner.

His face pale.

His breathing weak.

He smiled the moment he saw her.

“I knew… one day… you’d find continue reading …