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-Two years later-
Clutching the phone tightly into your hand, your voice wavers as you converse with your father, who can barely keep it together himself. You can hear the faint resonation of beeping machines in the background- the haunting sound all too familiar to you.
"She isn't doing so well, y/n. The doctors don't think she has much longer."
You suck in a painful breath, trying your best not to break down at his melancholic words. For as long as you can remember, your mother has always had issues with her health. Her heart was weak, only getting worse as years went by. You were prepared for this, but... not this soon.
Your father had explained to you that your mother collapsed out of no where, struggling to breathe and loosing consciousness. She had another heart attack, though this time, the damage was irreparable. She was dying; the doctors giving her only half a year left to live.
"I need you, y/n. Your mother needs you." He exasperates through sorrowful sobs.
Tears fall at his behest- you couldn't stop it if you wanted to at this point. Hearing your father losing his composure on the other end of this dreadful phone call had you impeccably shaken.
