Loss

This is a one-shot for las plagas;'s Terminal Illness contest. The illness I received was Lou Gehrig's Disease or ALS. This one-shot contains 1,084 words.

Ana opened her eyes to see whoever was calling out to her and saw Greg’s eyes slightly opened. At first she couldn’t believe it. In fact, she thought that she was still asleep. After she jolted from her seat, she immediately scurried towards Greg with her eyes immediately tearing up. This was the moment she was waiting for.

For Ana, this was a sign that he was alive.

“Greg?” She said towards the frail blue-eyed boy. “Greg,” Ana tried to piece out the right words as she held on to the boy’s cold and feeble hand. “I,” She couldn’t handle her excitement. “I’ve been waiting for you.”