28 — The guardian

S E L E N A

I stood before the familiar hospital. My heart pounded against my chest as I clutched my purse tightly. I stared intently at the building before me.

I hadn't been inside the hospital for three years, and I never imagined I would be back - at least not for Edward. As I stood there, staring at the building, the memories of the last time I was there rushed back to me.

I never thought I'd step foot in this city again, and if I did, I imagined it would be to visit the old man at his home, not in the hospital. As I stood there, I couldn't help but feel the irony of the situation.

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doors of the hospital. The memories of coming to visit the old man at the hospital, after my shift at the cafe with a basket of his favourite fruits in hand rushed in. I remembered the memories of pushing the old man in his wheelchair flooding my mind, of the times we would sit outside the hospital and enjoy the fresh air. It felt like only yesterday that I