when i woke up the next day, hav was no where to be found. the empty space beside mine left no indication that he was there except for the wrinkles on the hospital sheets.

i was a little sad, but a part of me knew that it was the best that he left before the nurses or greg came to give me my medicine.

just thinking about hav made butterflies erupt in my tummy and my toes wiggle in delight. he made me feel so alive! more so than any kind of medicine i've ever received.

i turned to my bedside, ready to start my day by brushing my hair with my pink hairbrush, and paused for a second.

lying on top of the story book hav treasured so much was a small, wilting lily. the green of the stalk was dark and dull and limp, and the tips of the petals were tinged brown, but yet, i couldn't help but think it was the most beautiful flower i have ever seen.

a small smile formed upon my lips, and my stomach tingled giddily, knowing that there was only one person that would care enough to bring such a beautiful gift, and that was my hav.