Write On

A silent tear ran down my cheek. “Please don’t go,” I begged as I clung to the icy hand.
“I have to Evie, it’s my time.” She gave my hand a weak squeeze. “I have something for you, its something that I’ve been working on for a long time.”  She reached over and grabbed a thick notebook that I hadn’t seen before.  “I won’t be here to tell you stories anymore, but I’ve written them all down.  You’ll never be alone, because you’ll always have this part of me.”