The brand new gray bedsheets were soaked through,
The dim bedroom light cast the intertwined silhouettes of the two onto the curtains.
When I landed in New York City, I was surprised to see Dashiell at the airport.
At 8 years old, relying on my quick reflexes and fearless spirit,
I had saved Dashiell's 4-year-old sister from being crushed under car wheels.
Yet at 10 years old, I lost my parents in an earthquake. The Forrester estate, in gratitude for my once saving his sister's life,
took me in to be raised at their mansion.
We had eight years of time together, inseparable and candid about everything. He was like a true brother to me, though we shared neither father nor mother.
Until I turned eighteen and entered Yale University as the top-scoring student in the local, diving into the world of medicine.
Until that late-night phone call: "I like you. Will you be with me?"
That's when we gradually lost touch.