Tightrope

Even in Asha's made up dream world, her mother wouldn't say something if it wasn't true, she wouldn't lie about something like this. As the grogginess slowly wore off, as reality slowly set in, it had to all be true. Tears slide down her cheeks, though she didn't sob, she was trying to be strong, despite the fact that she felt like she was free falling off a cliff.

I....I'm sorry mom..... She tentatively held out her hand for the bracelet and made a fist around it as she took it. The last piece of her father, tears continued to stream down her face, but she didn't sob, she wanted to be strong for her mother, it couldn't have been easy going through. It wasn't like her parents never fought, but she always knew they loved each other, they just fit together somehow. Th...Thank you. She wiped her eyes and tried to stop crying, but then a question came to her.

I was in a coma.... how long was I asleep?