The grass glows in a luscious green. When she closes her eyes, Aylin can almost smell it, can feel a soft breeze brushing against her skin.
She watches children playing in the garden. Imagines the sound of their laughter, their shrieks of excitement.
On a bench, a couple is absorbed in conversation, tenderly stroking each other’s arms as they talk.
Aylin presses her face against the cold wall of glass. It has been such a long time since she felt a warmer touch. “Tomorrow we will run another test,” the doctor has assured her. Please, let it be negative this time.