I knew all along.
The knowledge wasn’t something to boast.
I kept sensing it. I knew it.

I tried my best to hide from all sorts of triggering, because I was fearing the irreversible. I was fearing the departure.

I was screaming.
Frightening away.
Chills crawling through me, thinking of what she’ll do—
if she gives up on life—
without having the courage to keep going on.