maybe sorrow and pain aren't the only ways to live. maybe there is a way to find hope...
The Way You Found Hope
maybe sorrow and pain aren't the only ways to live. maybe there is a way to find hope...
A short story by agnes soundron
The Way You Found Hope
It’s been two years since your sister died and the pain still won’t go away.
Everything reminds you of her.
The piano that lies forgotten in the living room. The book that stays on the shelf, untouched for years. The picture of you two together, smiling. Happy.
You never guessed that as soon as the wound of loss came, the only one who could heal you would be taken away.
Forever.
Why, you wonder, did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it have been me?
But your wondering does not bring you healing. It only brings you more pain.
Pain…
You take your coat off and hang it on a hook.
She used that hook too.
You trace your hands on the walls.
She did that when she walked.
As you walk upstairs, you let your fingers linger on the banisters.
The same way she did.
Once upstairs, you can’t hold it in anymore. You run to your room and collapse on your bed, sobbing.
Someone might see me, you think.
But what do you care? The only person who matters is gone…
And no matter what you do, no matter what you wish, nothing can bring her back.
