It was a cold winter night. Cailin tried to sit comfortably on the roof of Maura's house. She held the drawing of Hope at Maura's grave in her hand. The anger she had toward Maura, all unjustified, all forgiven. Well Maura forgave her but she couldn't forgive herself. She thought back to what she said to Maura throughout the year.
"I hate you and I don't want your help!"
"You should have stayed dead."
"You have the blood of a monster in you."
"You should have never been born."
Cailin sighed as the cold wind blew around her and snow fell atop her hair. She wished she could take it all back, could have apologized. Her body began to shake but whether from the cold or the tears she didn't know.
A soft hand landed on her shoulder. She looked up to see the blonde holding a blanket. Maura wrapped it around the student and sat indian style next to her.
"What you doing up here?"
"I wanted to think..feel..apologize."
"You don't have to apologize."
"Yes I do...I said such terrible things to you."
"It's in the past." Maura said slightly annoyed.
Cailin cried more and curled into a ball. Maura sighed and put her jacket on the student and huddled close to her.
"Maura...I'm so sorry." Cailin sobbed before Maura pulled them both to a lying position. Maura didn't say anything but rubbed the students back.
"M...Maura…?"
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Be honest...should I have been born or was I a mistake to help mom cope?"
Maura sighed at the weight of the question and simply pulled the student closer.
Maura's so warm. Cailin thought as she smiled a little bit.
Finally Maura answered her question.
"That's not for me to say. You just keep living and you'll find out."
Cailin looked at the ME and smiled. Maura was in a t shirt but felt so warm. A soft smile appeared on the ME's face. The cold finally caught up to Cailin and she stood up.
"I'm cold. Can we go back?"
A falling star passed the two in the distance. Maura didn't notice but Cailin did and closed her eyes.
Why was I Born?
Maura smiled and held the students hand to lead her back downstairs. The drawing sat forgotten on the roof as the snow whirled recklessly in the air.