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tears well in my eyes. My heart was experiencing an emotion I'd only felt once. The day the nurses informed me of my father's death. Only this time it was more intense.  I was feeling cold and lonely, like my heart and soul have been ripped out. There was an empty, cold feeling in my stomach, like butterflies, but more nervous than excited.  My heart got ripped out of my chest without any warning. Being totally unprepared and having to deal with the outcome instantly hurt so much. I felt myself going numb and sad. My heart continued to sink as I came to the realization of what is reality.
     
    No.
     
    I refuse to go through this again.
     
    I ran after him and grabbed his arm harshly. “Liam, I’m not letting you just leave like that.”
     
    “ Let go.”
     
    I stomped a foot angrily. “No, I’m not letting you go! Why are you acting like this?”
     
    He just looked at me with hollowness in his eyes. I flinched. I let go.
     
    Some moments make you realize just how much you care about someone. There are moments when you think: I’d take a bullet for you . And there are others when you realize that it all depends on a split-second decision.
     
    I remembered an old quote, “ If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it’s yours. If not, it never was .”
     
    “Go.” I said. “Just remember that I’ll always be here for you.”
     
    He walked away.
     
     

 
    11
    Crestfallen
     
    "Been wondering if your heart's still open
and if so I wanna know what time it shuts"
    ~ Arctic Monkeys~
     
     
     
    Lena Rose Winter
     
    I walked towards Liam’s house, my hands freezing from both the snow and my anxiety. There was a possibility of him kicking me out or not even answering the door. I was mortified coming to talk to him given the risks, but I simply had to tell him.
     
    Last night I stayed awake until dawn, finishing my application for NYU. He had promised we would go get coffee together once we submitted them.
     
    I was aware, of course, that we were currently far from being friends. But it seemed unthinkable for me to forget about that. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing everything.
     
    Best Case Scenario: he smiles at me, he admits that he sent his application too, and was just about to come see me. We go out for coffee and doughnuts or we can stay at his house and I can spend time with his more than lovely grandmother, Darla Black.
     
    Worst Case Scenario: He doesn’t open the door and hides from me.
     
    My hopes deflated a little, but I forced myself to expect the worst yet hope for the best.
     
    I knocked at the door three times, stomping my feet on the floor to get the snow off my boots.
     
    No answer.
     
    I knocked again and decided to leave if the door didn’t open in ten seconds. They seemed to pass by too fast and I could feel the disappointment rushing in my head.
     
    Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. “Who you lookin’ for?”
     
    I turned to the voice and saw a woman in her thirties, leaning on the window with a scarf over her head.
     
    “Liam Black and his grandma,” I replied. “Do you know where they might be?”
     
    She chuckled as if I were an ignorant child.
     
    “They’re at the hospital! Darla’s sick.”
     
    I froze. “S-sick?”
     
    The woman grimaced. “Yeah. It’s bad, though. Last time I saw her, she was as pale as the snow you’re stepping on right now.” She stopped for a second, as if thinking. “Her little boy hasn’t left her side in forever.”
     
    “Is it grave?” I asked.
     
    The woman sighed. “Yeah. She has a few days, maybe two weeks left.”
     
    “Do you know which hospital?”
     
    She nodded, “Sainte-Catherine’s.”
     
    “Thank you,” I said, before calling my mom. I gave her a quick resume of what I’d just found out. She came to pick me up in minutes and started driving me to the hospital.
     
    It was a long, silent car ride. Sainte-Catherine’s was about half an hour far from my house and forty-five