by Patrick Trotti
She died a lonely and painful death. I was too busy maintaining my grades because I was convinced that she would’ve wanted me to do that. But what if I was wrong and she really did want me by her side in those last few precious moments? For the next few months every night when I closed my eyes I would see her suffering in an empty room. A lone tear would form in the corner of my eye when I pictured her sitting there hooked up to a bunch of machines. I’m not a scholar, I’m a horrible son.
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Patrick Trotti is a 23-year-old college student majoring in creative writing. His work has been featured in Glass Cases, and he recently finished his first novel.
