And for the first time in her life, Lena smiled and said it aloud, just to see how it felt:
Margo smiled, and for the first time, Lena noticed that her smile looked like sunrise—warm and slow and full of impossible light. “That’s okay. That’s why I’m here. Not to fix you. Just to sit with you. Just to remind you that you’re not alone.” angelaboutme
“Thank you.”
But here was the thing about angels, Lena finally understood: it didn’t matter if they were real. What mattered was that, for the first time in twenty-six years, she believed someone was watching. Someone cared. Someone had been there all along, sitting on the fire escape in the rain, waiting for her to look up. And for the first time in her life,
“You’re not hallucinating,” Margo said cheerfully. “You’re just finally able to see me. I’ve been here the whole time. Twenty-six years, to be precise. And let me tell you, it has been exhausting . Do you know how hard it is to keep someone alive when they have a death wish disguised as ‘healthy risk assessment’?” Not to fix you