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After several hours of talking to mum like we were strangers. We decided it was time to leave. The important thing was that she was doing okay, health wise. She had all the time in the world to remember us. My mood immediately darkened remembering what the doctor had said when she pulled me aside. She flashed a sad smile at me, before she spoke… “It pains me yo say this Myra, but it would be a lot worse if I don’t say anything.” “W-what are you talking about?” “There is a phenomenon we experience with terminal patients where they get a burst of energy before they…pass on-“ I snorted disbelievingly, then frowned “are you saying my mum is going to die.” “I’m not saying she will definitely. It’s a thing we have to inform families about, incase this is your last moments with her.” I had told Lily about it and all we could do was watch her from outside, while fighting our own internal battles. Lily left the hospital earlier. I was only convinced to leave by Hannah when she promi

I blinked once, twice as the sounds around me dimmed to a buzz. I could see Genevieve’s moving but I could not hear a sound out of them. A hand on my shoulder brought me out of my daze and I gasped like I had not been breathing. “I think she’s gonna fall.” Someone muttered before hands enfolded me. “No!” I snapped and stepped away from them, my voice breaking. I licked my lips nervously, my eyes on Genevieve. “Where’s mum?” “I came to do a routine check this morning and she was still asleep when I came in. But when I checked a few minutes ago, she was…she wasn’t breathing.” She said, her face holding sympathy. “What do you mean she wasn’t breathing-but she’s fine now right?” “Myra…” “Right?!” “You should wait for the doctor, to tell you more, Ill get-“ “No! She was completely fine yesterday, nothing was wrong?” I said confused, clinging to the chair underneath me that Hannah had forced me into. Terminal lucidity…the doctor’s words played in my head, and everything seeme

My eyes glossed over the words scribbled on the long piece of paper, words that were written in different techniques a testament to her state of mind throughout the process. The ink trailed off in some parts, like the pen had slipped from her hand mid-word. Some of the letters looked like they were melting, thinned and faint, as if she'd been holding the pen too loosely, some were in her normal writing light, tall strokes that showed penmanship assisted by frail hands while other parts were pressed in hard, the ink so dark it bled slightly through the back of the page. I could almost see her hand shaking, or pressing down with too much force, then lifting, uncertain. Like she had stopped and started a hundred times. ‘My sweet girl,’ the letter began, ‘I don’t know how to start this. I’ve written and rewritten these words in my head for years, but now I’m running out of time and I can’t avoid it anymore.’ The ink was deeper at the end of the letter like she had held the pen there,

Not a bold smile, like I would expect, but one that conveyed vulnerability. Which seemed even scarier. I blinked rapidly hoping this specter from my past would disappear, but she persisted, and then began walking towards me. She was trying to cross the small street when I whirled around and climbed into my car, cringing at the force with which I slammed the door. “You slammed the door.” A very helpful Heidi pointed out. “Sorry doll.” I said quickly and paused. I had not heard that nickname in a while nor thought of ever saying it out-loud but here I was. Few seconds with his mother in sight and I was wigging out. “I’m not a doll, I’m a girl.” I didn’t turn back but I knew her nose and brows were scrunched up in a disgusted frown. I started the car and glanced behind, before slipping out of my parking space. I gripped the steering wheel tightly to stop my hands from shaking. What was it? Fear? I was scared. Not of Elizabeth but of what she signified. Pierce. What was

I scoffed, raising my feet off the soft rug and hugging it to myself. “So he’s done stalking me all over the city and now wants to guilt trip me into coming to him?” “Do you think that’s what this is?” Angie asked calmly. I blew out a breath, avoiding her gaze. “No.” She smiled, “what do you think it is then?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged “he’s having a mid life crisis? it doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he just has to stop it. I might not love him anymore but I don’t want him to hurt himself.” She made no comment on the “don’t love him” part. Thank God. “So you’re gonna pay a visit to him?” I chewed on my bottom lip and leaned back in my chair. If I was going to his house, it had nothing to do with his mother’s request, like I said, I didn’t want anything horrible to happen to him. I had moved on from us, and it was time he did too. If he needed a little push from me then I would give him that. As a thank you for everything he had done for me. “I’m gonna have to tell Carter