Hey guys, this is part 2 of my short story one year after Danielle's death. Might go on to be longer not sure yet. If anyone ever wants it to be longer I might consider it.

Ronnie felt a gentle wind blow through her hair, she was here, Telford. The very place her daughter had grown up and lived her life. Yet now Ronnie stood over her baby's grave, the place she had rested for a year.

She collapsed down on to the soft grass, the journey here had been terrifying, Ronnie been unable to take her mind off Danielle, the whole journey on her bike had made

She gently placed the flowers down by the grave stone before placing her hands on the ground supporting her weight; she knew coming here would be a tough experience. It would cause her to breakdown; she knew that from the start, she wiped her eyes and cleared her throat.

"Hi Sweetie..." she spoke quietly, placing her hand on the grave, "I got you some flowers" she smiled to herself weakly, despite everything she hoped that the flowers are the kind Danielle would have loved. "They're beautiful, just like you" Ronnie felt her voice getting weaker, her eyes would keep forming with tears, there was no point wiping them away. "I'm so sorry for everything baby..." Ronnie felt so overwhelmed with guilt while sitting where her baby rested, the whole reason she had been dead was because of her. Over the past year Ronnie had been wreck less and had made a lot of poor attempts to move on from the loss of her daughter. Not that any of it would ever have helped at all, despite everything that had happened during the past year, deep down all she had wanted; all she had ever needed was to be with Danielle.

"I miss you so much, I wish you were here now..." let out a watery cry as she thought about how different things would be if Danielle had not died.

"We can live together like Mother and Daughter"

Living with Danielle would have been the most perfect thing that could have happened, Danielle could have worked on the Stall like normal and at the end of the day both of them could go home and spend time together. All the quality time that was so precious.

"If I could see you...one more time and just...hold you, be the mother you always wanted...I could have...I would have just..." Ronnie shook her head, Stacey had told Ronnie of all the times Danielle had cried in her room over the way Ronnie had treated her. All the times that Danielle had stayed in her room claiming she was worthless and no one would ever want her. Each time Stacey told Ronnie, she felt terrible yet at the same time she wanted to know, she wanted to know about everything that Danielle had ever done, how emotional she was. Despite knowing about her daughter, Ronnie felt destroyed; there were so many opportunities to have spent with Danielle. Even the time when she had taken her to have an abortion, Danielle had hugged Ronnie so tight, at the time Ronnie had simply supported her out of kindness, not knowing it was her baby who was suffering, her daughter who was needing all the comfort in the world.

Ronnie knew she was always cold, all because of the loss she had endured. "Life isn't the same without you anymore, all the things that could have been...all the stuff we could have done, all the time we could have spent together...I would have treated you like the...perfect girl you are...I would have...I should have treated you better...I just....I'm...I can't..." Ronnie placed her head in her hands, crying heavily. Words were so hard to find in this situation, speaking to her baby, when it was too late. Too late to say how much she loved her, over and over. The only time she could ever spend with her baby was at the place where she would remain forever, the place she had grew up and the place she had been buried.

Ronnie had sat crying for what seemed like an hour, sitting in the same spot until she could no longer feel her legs, emotion flooding through her along with all the guilt and loss that had drove her to depression not long after Danielle had died. The year had seemed to go so fast yet so slow at the same time, Ronnie could never make sense of it.

"Who would want a daughter like you?"

Ronnie sighed, that sentence had burned through her for a whole year and regret ran through her every time she remembered how she had yelled at her baby. Danielle was so scared and so fragile yet she had ruined her with that one sentence, crushing her world.

Ronnie had regretted nothing more than saying that, without saying that Danielle might have never tried to leave Walford. "It's my fault" Ronnie cried "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry it's my fault I never wanted to lose you, I love you so much, I love you, I love you" Ronnie chanted the words, each time her heartbreaking just wanting to hold Danielle in her arms once more and tell her how much she loved her all day.

"Mum..."

The last words that Danielle had ever spoke, the one word that had changed Ronnie's life when she was just 14, the one word she had wanted so much to hear her little girl call for her all those years ago, the last word her baby angel had ever spoke to her. Before she had died in her arms, no pain could ever compare to that. Nothing at all could be compared to it.