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Chapter 45

December 13th

Rebecca's POV.

Where am I going with tears running down my face from the loved one I lost. Am I going to her grave or am I going to visit her mother who is still sick in the hospital.

Her mother it is. I enter the hospital and ask for her mothers name. The receptionist nods and looks in the books and tells me room number 737 I nod and go to the stairs.

Last year she was in a different room. She was in the 4th floor. I walk quickly up the stairs and remember to breathe.

I reach the 7th floor and look around the halls. No one is in the halls or anything. I can smell piss and smoke.

I look for number 737 and once I find it I can barely bare to open the door. I can feel tears threatening to fall from my face.

"Oh hunny. " I hear a woman say an I quickly turn around.

"Why are you standing in front of my door?" She asks me.

Does she not remember me? I think to myself.

"Oh my, are you crying?" She says and squeezes past me to unlock her door and slide in but allows me access to enter. I enter the room and see it is set up with flowers all over the walls and the walls are still that tinted yellow, she has a coffee maker next to her notebook and kettle. She was always a tea and coffee person. "Tea or coffee?" She asks me and brings me out of thought

"I'm fine," I say Insisting I don't need anything to drink.

"You just ran up those stairs Rebecca. Of course you are in dire need of some coffee." She says.

"You remember me?" I ask her in shock.

"How could I forget the one who dated my daughter and helped her realize that sitting in a coffee shop everyday wasn't living." She says and hands me a cup of coffee and the bag of sugar.

"But then again if she hadn't met you it would be her sitting here denying my coffee and not you." She says siping on her own coffee.

"Two days ago was the remembrance of her death." I say and she doesn't even flinch this time.

"Why do you still come visit me?" She Asks me.

"To make sure you're still okay." I say

"Okay. Now the truth deary" she says and looks up at me.

"You remind me of her. Your eyes are the same colour. You both did you hair the same. Although you changed it up a bit. You had the same laugh and you both laughed at my jokes" she laughs. "You both loved me which was more than I could afford. And even if you died before her I would take care of her forever" I say and I can feel my checks getting wet and hot signing that I am now crying

"But she did die." She says to me.

"Yeah." I agree and place my coffee cup on the table beside me as curl up in a ball in the chair.

"You're allowed to cry." She tells me and gets up from her seat and comes over and rubs my back as I let the tears fall and my mind goes to ease knowing that Kylie is in a better place.