Chosen

Michael waved to his friends as they all got into their cars. He didn't miss the look Asher gave him. He rolled his eyes. He got into his car then reversed out the parking space and headed towards the hospital.

He was nervous. He hadn't seen her in weeks and yet it felt like a whole month had passed.

His palms grew sweaty on the wheels and he didn't know what to expect.

The last thing he wanted was for her to feel bad for something he did, or rather didn't do.

He sighed, he looked at the package beside him by the front passenger seat. He'd wanted to give her for a while now, but he'd always chicken out.

It'll be fine. He heard the voice say.

He nodded.

"You're right." It'll be alright. He had nothing to worry about.

But it still felt like it was his fault.

It's not Michael.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel.

Know that there is litle you could have done. What happened happened for a reason.

He swallowed.

"You're right. You did tell me why."