The next morning Renee woke up. “Not fair. God, why don’t you just let me die?”

“Because he loves you as much as me. If not more.”

“Gabe!”

“You’re mom couldn’t make it. She was ‘too tired from school last night’ so she stayed home and slept.”

“Ugh! I hate her!”

“But look, now that you’ve so horribly injured yourself, you get to stay here for a couple months. They said they even have to monitor your heart because it was freaking out.”

“Ah! I can’t write like this! I broke my hand! My right hand!”

“I can write for you. Just talk slowly, okay?”

“Haha. Okay.”

Throughout the next month Gabriel came everyday to write for her. She came up with at least two poems a day. He would tease her saying, “I’m blaming you for my future arthritis.” When Christmas came around Gabriel came up with a brilliant idea. His dad knew a publisher. He put all her best poems together together and sent it to him.

“I know it’s kinda late, but I got you a present!”