The last voicemail I sent

Hey God… It’s late. I don’t really know how to start this. Not a prayer, not exactly. Just a voicemail… in case I don’t get to say anything else. I’ve kept it quiet. No one knows that I won’t be here long. Not my mom, not my best friend, not him. They still talk about summer like I’ll be there. Like I’ll be fine. And I smile. Because it’s easier. I’m not angry. I’m just… a little tired. A little scared. I thought I’d have more time to fall in love deeper, laugh harder, wake up and not feel like glass. here we are. If You’re listening, can I ask a few things? Please, help them heal soft. Let their grief be slow and kind. Let them remember me in sunlight, not in hospital lighting. Let him still write songs and believe in forever. Let my mom keep talking to me like I’m still around. And please, please don’t let her blame herself. I’ve tried to be brave. Even when everything hurt. Even when I prayed and You felt far. But if this message reaches You, just know, I still believe. Not because I’m dying, but because You were the only one who stayed quiet with me when I couldn’t speak. This isn’t goodbye. Just… see You soon. Okay? Beep.