A letter to Parisa Dear Parisa; Exatly one year has passed; a year since the last lesson we reviewed together. That time, we were reviewing lesson 11 of science book. You were tired. I did not know why. You were always energic. You were who was always looking for tardigrades in the apartment. You got headache, so I suggested you to go back home, but you did not accept. I said I can study alone, even though I was lying. I could not learn anything without you. After a few minutes, I went to kitchen to bring some tea and cake. When I came back to my room, you were asleep. I was a little worried about you. When I put the tea cups on the table, you woke up. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Oh... yeah. I'm good." You said, but I knew it was not true. Next day, I went to your home to see you again, but your mom did not allow me see you, because she said you are not well. 13 days passed like that. We could not see each other. You even did not answer to my messages. I never told you this, but every day I climbed down the emergency staircase and sat by the window of your room. I always looked at the curtain that had put a distance between us. In the seventh day, I was sitting by the window when your mom suddenly pulled the curtain aside and saw me. I got up immidiately and climbed down the stairs, but I am sure she understood that I was sitting there. From then on, I did not go there anymore. After a few days, I got a message from you. "I got cancer" My body trembled. I felt like everything is ending. I fainted just there. You went to hospital. From then on, everything went well. I thought it is getting better, but no. The last time I came to hospital to see you, I heard that you are not going to survive more than a month. It was so shocking to me, that is why I went back home too early. I am really sorry. I am sorry for everything. One month and one week passed and you were alive. I thought you are going to survive, but no. I was outside and when I went back, my mom told me that; that you died. Two hours ago. In the morning. And from then on, I got stuck in the past prison. I tried to get out of the past, but I could not. I cannot. Maybe later, but not now. I love you. I miss you so much. Love; Tara
Ps: This is based on the novel I'm writing, 'somewhere up there'
