Mikki Daughtry

I laugh, making a snow angel too, my whole body cold from the snow, but warm from the moment.

But I look across the pond at Will again, the boy I love, who has B. cepacia and will never get the opportunity in front of me.

I have to choose now.

New lungs?

Or Will?

I look up at him and he smiles at me so wide that it’s not even a contest.