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king about what happened at the coffee shop. I had just kept cursing at myself the entire time. And I wanted to blame someone. It would make me feel better. But there was no one to blame b

e clinic was up and running. But Fridays were generally dull here, so it didn't come as much of

eline,

mall smile

ere. He was just your regular nice guy; kind and sweet. I also suspected that he had a crush on me, but I refused to acknowledge it. Mo

day. You come into work

is morning. I faked a smile. "Um, it w

Finally, it was time to leave. As I packed up my stuff and stood, I looked up t

had already had enough for today. There's only so much I can take. Knowi

ether today. There's this nice place a few blocks away

it would come sooner or later. But I didn't expect it today. N

still have to go see my dad too. So...yeah. But you go ahead and enjoy the frozen yogurt. You can tell me how it

sed the busy streets headed down a familiar road. I had walked down this street so many times that I could fin

deep breath, I walked in. The receptionist, Carrie, was at her usual place at the

inished up earlier th

it broke my heart everytime. What I would give to get back from work to see Dad seated in his favorite couch once again. I swallowed bac

nly filled my chest as I saw him hooked to a bunch of beeping machines. No matter how much I

down next to him. He slowly turned to face me, smiling. He

do that. I could feel my eyes welling up but I held it b

to lean down to be able to hear him. "W

ckled

it to the hospital, waving the symptoms off as unserious. I had been worried as well, but I was too eng

ushed him to the hospital. The doctor said it was a close call. Any later and he might not have made it. It was then we discovered his heart condition. All attempts to treat it proved futile, and it all came down to a h

wasn't giving up easily. The more time I wasted, the more he weakened. The doctors said he was slowly dying, and it hurt

him on the bed. And smiling, I began to tel