A little care, A little lot.

Tolu held Sarah's scarf close to her face like she was trying to sniff off every scent of Sarah and save some for when memories set in. But it seemed as though, the already wet scarf had hidden any scent she tried to pick.

Tolu had just returned from the hospital, where she had watched Sarah's lifeless body being placed in a body bag.

Sarah had been there for her, when she was fighting cancer and all through chemotherapy. She also saved her from her husband's incessant beatings and violence. Sarah was everything to her, she was God sent.

Tolu had thought she had it all. She seemed happy and healthy. So, when she got that call, on Sunday evening, she was shocked to her stomach.

Getting to the hospital she found Sarah dead, her legs became too weak to carry her, she fell to the ground...... Crying hopelessly.
Sarah suffered from cardiomyopathies, a weak heart condition, she never cared to know. And though, Sarah was every definition of strength she had a weak heart.
And as she held that scarf, fiercely with bitter tears, it dawned on her. Nobody has it all .
A little care,
A little lot.

Source: google images

Written for @stach short story contest