The Storage Room

  

Dear Elle,

    I can't stay here forever. I don't know where to go. I just know I have to go. 

    Is it my fault that you're inspiring? And you never even knew. For 23 years, you never knew. Not until that last day. You see, Leaves had told me. She said, you should tell her. And so, when I came back, after all that time, that last time... I remember writing the note in the hospital. I remember asking you to talk. 

    You took me into that storage room. The nursing interview room. I don't remember what the note said. Something about you watching over me. Mentioning your name in the ER was a mistake, by the way. I don't know exactly what they thought of my trauma list. They weren't thrilled. Anyways. That's when I told you about Leaves and read the note to you. I gave it to you and you slipped it up your sleeve. You know one of the nurses in the ER was like, yeah he's got pretty words but... 

    I remember the nurses coming, trying to pull you away, and you wouldn't let them. I'm glad you were there. 

    Anyways, now everyone knows. 

Yours,

Ashes