First, thank you for all of the comments! I am so happy to have over 50 followers! And there is more to the little 200 word piece that I posted. That was actually part of an idea for my WIP - "Nameless". So, when I get it finished, I will be able to explain more about why Liora was killed, along with the other children. But I don't want to write any more about it today. Not in the mood.
Today, I am living moment by moment and not all of these moments are happy. I found out a few days ago that a friend of mine wasn't doing well. I've known that he's had a brain tumor for many years and it was smaller. He was getting better, but it was confirmed for me yesterday that... the tumor is growing rapidly and he's... he's dying and I think part of my heart broke at the news.
He is my high school band teacher and we've always been close. Chris let me hide in his office when my grandma died and I couldn't be around others. He let me hide from the pep rallies at school because I don't like cheerleaders. I was his secretary, keeping the attendance for him and I loved it. I wrote him a poem once. I love the things that he says to his students in band, funny quotes that you'd have to be there to understand. I spent most of my free time in the band room and I think he liked me there. Chris and his wife went to "Wicked" the same night as my friend and I, two years ago. They love the picture that I took of them together. I sent him a card on father's day one year. He's like a second dad to me and I don't want him to die.
I almost wish that God did make bargains with people. I would do anything God wanted to save him, but it doesn't work like that and I can't help Chris. I feel so helpless, but I'm trying to be strong. Though he would never want me to exchange his life for his because I'm young and have so much life in me. It's just not fair. He's not even that old; he still deserves life.
If you would, I would really love prayer for him and his wife. I don't know how much time they gave him and I didn't ask, but he's already chosen to leave the job that he loves because it's getting worse. Please, pray for him. I love him very much.
Sorry for the depressing post, but I needed to say something about why I haven't really posted anything all week. My heart is cracked and somewhere else right now.