"Melina…"

I looked up, to see Janice sitting next to my bed. When did she arrive…? My memory was failing me.

"Janice? When did you get here?"

She looked dismayed, as she answered,

"Melina, I've been here for two months. Don't you remember?"

I tilted my head slightly. I tried to search through my mind when Janice had come. Nothing. Then, I gathered my energy and shook my head,

"No. I'm sorry."

Janice looked down, and took my hand. Why was her hand so warm? I was terribly cold.

"Melina, please stay. Your… your father's heart is breaking, you know?" Her voice sounded extremely heavy with sadness. Was I the cause?

I blinked. She had said father though. She did say father, didn't she?

"Father's here too?"

Janice's voice was desperate now.

"Yes! He's been here with you since the start! Melina, how can you forget this?"

I looked at the hand that she was holding. I could feel her pulse easily. It was very strong. Mine was extremely weak these past few days… I think so. It feels weak now.

"I'm not sure anymore, Janice. Everything is so hard to remember. And I really am too tired to try."

She bit her lip, but said nothing. A knock came from the door.

"Janice? I hear voices. Is Melina awake?"

That voice. It was so familiar…

"Ah… It's Father. I remember."

Janice bit her lip harder, and turned her head toward the door.

"Yes, Mr. Whistler. She's awake."

The door opened, and my father's face appeared. His facial features were ever so grim. He was usually so happy…

"Father?"

"M-Melina…?" His voice sounded hopeful.

"I'm dying, aren't I?"

His voice cracked.

"I…"

He didn't say any more.

I looked to Janice, my voice firmer now.

"Aren't I?"

No reply. She looked down, her eyes shadowed.

Of course I was.

I just wanted to hear them say it.

"Janice…"

I was so tired…

"Come closer."

She did so.

With my remaining energy, I unlatched my pendant. I placed it in her hand gently, and gave her a weak smile. It's okay, I wanted to tell her, I'm okay. But I knew Janice. She wouldn't believe me, if I said that.

"Here. You told me once you wished you could have one like it. Well, you can have it now."

So very tired…

My eyelids lowered.

"Melina!" Janice cried. At least, I think so… I couldn't hear anything at all… Her lips moved, forming my name, so I assumed she said it. Tears spilled from her eyes. My father turned away, his shoulders trembling.

I really am tired… Perhaps if I closed my eyes…

They lowered shut, and I let out a last sigh, as I faded into oblivion.

A/N: This is dedicated to my grampy. I miss you. Don't worry. We'll watch your movies together someday soon. R.I.P.